Throwing it all out

I'm alright now.

I guess everyone needs to take out some time from life to take a breather. I guess the self-oppression didn't work out so well; I did some injustice to my eyes and nose yesterday in the office and I'm still feeling terrible about it. "Venting it out is better than keeping it inside- you'll soon explode," my colleague advised. I guess he was right. I tend to keep stuff inside to deny others of the tragedies erupting in my life, because I don't appreciate sympathy from others, neither do I want fingers to point at me and accuse me of shedding crocodile tears. When I'm upset, I'm thoroughly through with all sensible thoughts in my head. Forgive me if I happen to be incoherent or incorrigible these few days. I just need some brain power to sort things out.