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I Write As a Form of Therapy

sigh... I wish I could release these thoughts. I once was an open book. Heck, I can't find the courage to write, speak, share what is going on in this head of mine now a days.
But I just keep on.. keeping on, I do live a wonderful life.
What bothers me the most is how rude, thoughtless, uncaring some folks can be.
I keep telling myself ... Control your mind woman, The Universe has got this.

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PoetryNEmotion · F

It never ceases to amaze me how insensitive, how boorish, how despicable some people are. They are selfish and uncaring. But imagine if you had to live their sorry lives, Echoing? That would be the worse. Or having to be married to them or be a family member. Karma is a cruel mistress. And those people will meet her in time. I am glad you appreciate your life as I do mine. I speak my mind mostly.

Echoing · 61-69, F

@PoetryNEmotion Hello. I once spoke my mind as well. But you know something... When they don't get what you are trying to say...in a nice way... Well, that's a problem in itself. I do not want to hurt anyone. Even if their actions, words cut me to the bone. BUT... yes! I am glad I am not like them. And yes, I love my life here in the mountains. I am a too wounded soul to handle people and getting too old for the crap too. WOW... Did I say that? ;-)