Carry the fuck on

Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to me, I go to write it down and I find myself in front of my laptop staring and telling to myself that everything is so fucking temporary in here - what I am even trying to do?

And most things will be okay eventually, but sometimes like today I find myself holding on really hard and realise there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is dark, small quiet room.

Carry the fuck on.