After another awful breakup with a toxic boyfriend (are any of them not toxic???), I read so many self-help articles, listened to multiple podcasts and watched countless YouTube videos to try to get myself on the right path again. Find the true me – the one someone will finally fucking love.
One of those ideas was bullet journaling. If you don't know what bullet journaling is, I don't have time to explain it to you. Google it.
I never liked writing or putting my thoughts down on paper. I don't like to know what I'm feeling and I prefer to keep it that way. But I liked the idea of bullets. Yes, bullets appealed to me in a primitive way. An urge overcame me. Should I get a gun? Yes, of course. A gun. With lots of BULLETS!
And thus began my descent into homicidal rage. Instead of putting my thoughts, feelings and goals down on paper, I decided to just completely lose it and KILL.
Anyways, try bullet journaling if you're going through a quarter life crisis. See ya! I'm hopping the border to escape the FBI.