Stupid car accident; I need that release. That release that only a good, long, cold, wet cry can bring. So much has happened.
Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise that I cannot produce tears ever since that awful snowy day back in 2008.
Maybe I would not be able to stop.
Maybe I don’t want to cry.
Who am I kidding; I want to finally cry. I do have other outlets. Running, art, studying random, or not so random, stuff. Iwanttoletitoutrightnowbecausetheymakemefeel broken.Hetellsmehewon’tbewithme…thenhekissesme. Deeply.