You feel them to the max. You cry, rage, laugh as hard as you can. And eventually things just get better. You learn to feel those hard emotions more effectively. But you never can if you don't allow yourself the grace to be human.
I can smell the sweat beads from your fat fucking upper lip as you're pounding away on your keyboard with your meat mallets. I pray your mom can sell her body enough to make up for your dad's gambling debts π