A Post In Which I Complain About Complaining

I complain a lot.

I complain about schoolwork, about my family, about my lack of a life, and sometimes anything that inconveniences me. And you know what? That’s okay. Because we, as humans, need to complain every once in a while – otherwise, all of our stored feelings of anguish and grief (no matter how pitiful they may be) would stay inside of us and cause our hearts to hurt, and eventually, rot.