Last chapter was a ghastly wreck, but I guess I could talk about how to cope with the ~*~*feels!~*~ in this one.
I blame my friend for telling me something about Swagmaster-3000 which caused me to write this. I'll be honest, after hearing the information I gained, I set my phone down and curled up in a fetal position while squealing in a B flat scale. Then, I had the choice of either torturing myself or to help myself. I decided to go with option #2, and ended up here. Congratulations, you're the lucky winner! I'll list out some do's and don't's so we can lessen the number of victims of feels.
*DO'S*
It's okay to cry. Sometime's it's overwhelming, and the best thing to do is to shed a few of those ungodly tears.
Treat yo self. Treat yourself to a bowl of ice-cream or a tortilla with butter. Add some extra butter or cherries because you are the queen/king. This is YOUR KINGDOM, YOU DO WHAT YOU WANNA DO. Don't execute anyone, though. Might be a bad idea.
Watch something that does not have any romance relations. Horror, comedy, documentary, conspiracy theories, Buzzfeed, Shane Dawson, etc. Find out what the government is really planning in Area 51, or if you're a cat lover or a dog lover.
Yell at your internet friend at how much you like Swagmaster-3000. 10/10 times that they would yell back with you about Swagmaster-3000 or their Swagmaster-1000. Do a human sacrifice together over Skype and summon a demon. It'll help channel your feels out.
Sit down and socialize with yourself. Talk to yourself or God. Either one will listen, or just do whatever. Talk to a stuffed animal, poster, T.V., phone, blanket, etc.
DO YOUR HOMEWORK. DO NOT DOODLE YOUR SHIP NAME IN THE MARGINS OF THE PAPER. I REPEAT, DO NOT DOODLE YOUR SHIP NAME IN THE MARGINS OF THE PAPER.
Just eat something. Order pizza or Chinese food. You deserve it.
Take a nap.
Take a long, hot bubble bath. Shrivel yourself up to that old lady on Spongebob who thinks chocolate will make her live forever.
Listen to old disney throwbacks. Turn up those JoBros hits and sing your heart out to Lizzie McGuire. (I swear if you skip any HSM tracks, I will hunt you down, find where you pee, steal your lifetime supply of toilet paper/wet wipes, explode your pipe lines, rip off all of your stuffed animals, adopt your animals, and burn your bed down.)
*DON'T'S*
Don't go after your Swagmaster-3000 and tell them you got the feels. They'll be clueless and end up telling you THEIR feels and it's obviously not about you so you just kinda die and your heart shrivels up into a tiny ball and it's wrinkled and then some coyote comes out and eats your heart so you're heartless and cold and then Taylor Swift comes out of nowhere singing "Teardrops on My Guitar" while you cry on a guitar and then Niall Horan comes behind you yodeling "WHAT THE CRAIC!!" and you die. **WOULD NOT RECCOMEND.
Do nOT LISTEN TO SAD ONE DIRECTION SONGS, I CAN ASSURE YOU IT JUST MAKES YOU THINK OF THE FETUS DAYS AND YOU WILL CRY EVEN MORE.
Don't listen to Taylor Swift either, only after a breakup.
DO NOT CAUSE DRAMA. I REPEAT, DO NOT CAUSE DRAMA.Even if you think you're doing nothing, you're probably doing something!!!! Don't gossip, spread a rumor, etc.
Do not put yourself down or blame yourself. You can't control who you like or your feelings. You're human just as much as we all are, and we all hate Donald Trump.
I'm pretty sure I can think of more, but I'm darn pooped out.
Till next time,
pip pip cheerio.
