Jun 6, 2019
I am crying rivers sometimes. When I do, it feels like I am always doing it. No matter how many good days I have, as soon as there is one bad minute, it feels like there never has been a moment of light. It is strange how that works. It is almost like the good days do not count at all, like they can be cancelled out by any glimpse of sorrow. Sometimes I am always crying. I have to remember that it is only sometimes. I have to learn to not let the world end every time. There are moments where the ceiling is collapsing. Or maybe the floor. I never know which direction I am going. But most times I do. I know it is getting better. Even though it is hard to believe. Sometimes at least.
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