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Hi, I'm Claire. I like crying. Not because I want to be miserable, but because it's physical evidence that something is going on inside my head. I look in the mirror and I can SEE my pain.
I cry for many reasons, and I cry a lot.
One thing that is physical but meaningless would be sex... the opposite of crying, laughing. It's physical, but it ends there. Like a fucking dead end street, and the sign reads "to highway motherfucking 85."
Highway 85 doesn't exist. But when you're on that road, it sure as fuck seems real.
I cry for many reasons, and I cry a lot.
One thing that is physical but meaningless would be sex... the opposite of crying, laughing. It's physical, but it ends there. Like a fucking dead end street, and the sign reads "to highway motherfucking 85."
Highway 85 doesn't exist. But when you're on that road, it sure as fuck seems real.