I love to curse, especially when I’m so upset, I will curse like hell. Seriously. Today, I was so freaking pissed with some people, and when I went back home, I called my best friend a.k.a my ex-housemate and I started cursing like hell. (You would not want to know what did I say.) Lol. I told him everything that happened today, yesterday, the day before, last week, last month, blah blah blah. That is how it works right, when you are somewhat pissed with someone or about something today, you tend to revenir en arrière, flash back and bombard as much as you can. Well if that is not the case for you, it was at least for me.

But then I asked myself, is cursing a good way to release myself from all the unwanted stress and hatred in me? Actually ———-> yes! When I was on the phone, I did not stop talking or cursing, and I literally felt the tense there while cursing, and there’s a sort of rush in my body that made me feel like crying and shouting out loud. Hey come on, I’m sure that others had this kind of feelings before! Well I did not shout but I did shed a very tiny little tear. As soon as my tear came out, I started cursing like nobody’s business and little after that, j’étais soulagéé, I was kind of released! Believe it or not, I stopped talking about me & we chatted about something else, something more fun than being unhappy.

Yeah, about the thing that made me boil up was actually a comrade, with her fierce & disgusted face asking me why am I wearing shorts when it is super cold out there. As if like I’m obliged to wear a proper attire to close all parts of my body just because you needed to do that, and that me wearing a pair of shorts is harming your eyes or whatever it is. You see, if you can just talk properly, cut out your disgusted face and talk with a nice and proper tone, this blog post would not even exist. Gah! To be honest, you actually destroyed my mood for the day, I had classes from 8.30 to nearly 6.30 and I needed motivations to keep me going. At the end of the day, that tiny little thingy that happened this morning actually had me thinking a lot. I am not made to listen to what you people want to say about what I want to do, or what I did, I could not be more bothered ok. I thank God (if You’re really there) for controlling me from saying “Vas te faire foutre” which literally means : Go fuck yourself, or in my context, leave me alone!

Tu me laisses tranquille, et je te ficherais la paix.