Problems.

I don't really think about my problems. But when I do, my mind purposely made sure that I think about them everyday for about two weeks straight. I mean, two weeks are merely a guess because I don't really know when I stopped thinking about them.

Sometimes it gets too overwhelming for me. I feel like the problems that I have are too overwhelming for me. It's eating me inside like a snake. Swallowing me whole, breaking my bones, shattering my heart and suffocating my lungs.

When I do get those feelings, I just don't know how to function. I get really sad and angry. But what am i to be angry for? I don't really know.

So here are some tips that I learnt throughout the years.

One, don't pick up the phone you know he's only calling cause he's drunk and alone. Two... (iklan jap lol)

Seriously, don't think about your problems too much to the point where you forgot how to live your life. It's still there and you know it but why not just chill a little and try not to be sad about it. Instead of complaining about it, be more positive and calm your ass down. At least you can sort everything through with an open mind. 

Don't rush things out. They'll be gone before you know it. I mean this does not apply to the big problems, but if you just take things slow and enjoy the moment, you will be okay.

I am the type of person who would cry when I have to face things that I am not familiar with and I used to regret for being such an emo all the time but now I just don't really care. If crying made me feel better, then I'll just might as well do it. There's nothing wrong with being expressive. I mean verbally, it is better to think about it thoroughly before you speak but emotionally, it is fine to just let it go.

I remembered this kid who used to sit behind me when I was 7. I was in sekolah rendah at that time. He was very expressive about his feelings. One time, the teacher decided to clean the board to give us another task for us to copy but he was still copying the last assignment from the board. So being expressive as he was, he decided to cry. Literally. He cried as though someone just punched him square on the jaw. I looked at him, everybody looked at him, the teacher looked at him and they laughed. I didn't. I just looked at him and he continued to cry until the bell rang. He took his backpack and went straight to his parents who were waiting for him outside of the class. Later I found out that he was autistic. That explains his weird behavior. 

So when I do feel like crying, I just cried. Because I felt good after crying. It made me feel better. If that boy cried because of the fucking board, i can cry because of the problems that I have or had.

Problems. Learn how to be cool about it and try to solve it one by one.