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I cry. I cry a lot. I cry for everything and for nothing and I never realize the power it has over me until it's too late. I hate that crying makes me feel better most of the time, it makes me feel weak. it makes me feel like I only do it for attention or sympathy. that can't be true, at least not entirely. it's just sometimes I feel so miserable that crying seems to be the only thing that can distract me from it. I feel like such a freak with mascara dripping off my eyelashes, making me look like the star of some b-rated drama. which at this point, I wouldn't mind, to be honest.