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I've always thought that sorrow was a horribly useless emotion. It never gets you anywhere. You can sit and ponder and tear yourself apart all you want, but in the end, you haven't budged an inch. I try not to be sad unless there's absolutely no way to avoid it. And I've actually managed to pull through life thus far without crying much. I think crying is one of the most useless things a person can do. It makes you miserable and doesn't change a thing about the situation that's making you so upset, anyway.
So imagine my surprise when I found myself crying this morning. For no reason, either. Other than that I'm horribly scared, horribly miserable, and horribly alone.
I don't know what to do. I really just don't know. It's as if I'm balanced on a precipice of some sort--no matter what I do, it's going to end terribly, and it's unavoidable.
What's going to happen?
So imagine my surprise when I found myself crying this morning. For no reason, either. Other than that I'm horribly scared, horribly miserable, and horribly alone.
I don't know what to do. I really just don't know. It's as if I'm balanced on a precipice of some sort--no matter what I do, it's going to end terribly, and it's unavoidable.
What's going to happen?