Crying for three hours seems like an impossible thing to do, but I just cried for four.
I feel like I'm drowning again and everything around me is blurry.
My lungs hurt with every breath of momentary agony.
I hate breakdowns.
But I love them.
They make me contemplate life
and it reminds me of all the wrong decisions I've made
and all the wrong things present in my story which makes me feel like pure shit.
Pure shit.
But at least I had that good cry and at least I felt every suppressing emotion possible.
And tomorrow, or in three weeks, I'll be okay again.
About the Creator
Marina H.
Searching for my meaning of life. Enjoy your stay.
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