Black tears are falling down her face
I hate crying. Crying reminds me that I'm vulnerable and open to pain. Crying reminds me that no matter how hard I try to not let my feelings get in the way of reality, sooner or later they will. Crying reminds me that life won't always go my way. Crying reminds me that there's sadness in the world, that I can't be happy all the time, and that life has a way of chewing you up and spitting you out.
Sober crying is much worse than drunk crying. When you're drunk, your guard is already down, and you're bound to let emotions out. Sober crying means that the wall I've put up to keep people at bay has cracks in it. Sober crying reminds me that I'm human.
I thought I was doing well. I was quite bitchy, but I was holding it together. I was bitchy because I was attempting to deal with things, instead of just ignoring them. Evidently I did a suck-ass job of dealing with things. I just want it all to go away so I can move on with my life. I don't think that's too much to ask.
Sober crying is much worse than drunk crying. When you're drunk, your guard is already down, and you're bound to let emotions out. Sober crying means that the wall I've put up to keep people at bay has cracks in it. Sober crying reminds me that I'm human.
I thought I was doing well. I was quite bitchy, but I was holding it together. I was bitchy because I was attempting to deal with things, instead of just ignoring them. Evidently I did a suck-ass job of dealing with things. I just want it all to go away so I can move on with my life. I don't think that's too much to ask.