#cannot cry

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cannot wait to tell Mihoyo how their stupid fucking event has brought me this close to killing myself

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No puedo llorar, no tengo muchos sentimientos, a veces soy la persona más odiosa del mundo, en el otro momento soy demasiada dulce, a veces tengo muchísima confianza en mi misma, a veces me rindo. A veces me muero por un amor verdadero, otras veces no quiero ver ningún chico y les trato horrible. A veces pienso que el reggaeton es el único que puedo escuchar, pero suele pasar que escucho a Ricardo Arjona toda la noche. La verdad es que no sé lo que quiero. Una amiga mía me dijo que me mataron por adentro, pero no creo que sea verdad, porque soy muy feliz con todas mis locuras. Y si alguien tiene problema, les mando a comer mier..

Yo

[peace412]

Contradictions

There is an adult woman-child who screams out to be cared for as though she were a child. She’s got no family and that which she once did call “family” always expected her to act as an adult.

Her earliest moments are filled fruitless journeys towards an unreachable goal: pure reciprocated love. Nearly half a century into her clouded life, it’s obvious that she’ll only even get this from her…

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PRAYER CIRCLE FOR ALL SASUKES

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Locked Windows

They often say that eyes are windows to the soul.

In someone's eyes, they say, you can see their true nature.

In someone's eyes, you can see tears of blazing joy...

Or of agonizing sorrow.

Eyes can tell you quite a bit about your fellow man, you see...

In one man's eyes you might see a cold, dead look, and you know his soul is lost,

And has been for some time.

In a woman's tear-filled eyes you can see anger and hate blazing outwards,

Or, perhaps, love and blinding joy.

In another man's eyes, you might see profound anguish, and know he has suffered some great loss,

And that it has scarred him for all time.

Eyes that weep are open windows...facing the world gallantly, crying out;

"This is me, this is my soul. Judge me or do not judge me. I care not."

But what of my eyes?

Tears burn behind them, but they cannot fall.

Rage, anguish and love are felt by me, but at a distance.

I feel, but from behind walls where I cannot be touched,

Nor can I touch in return.

My eyes are locked windows.

Nothing can be seen within from without.

I am not empty; I am damaged.

I am hidden behind stone blockades,

Pacing in that highest tower.

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[mishu-mishu]

I cannot cry

Every night, i try to let the stress and the tears just roll out of my eyes, but in the end i just want to punch through a wall for not being able to cry. Why can’t i cry when i truely am sad or frustrated? You just sit on the edge of my eyes taunting me, like you want to roll down my face. Never to actually roll down my face and onto the floor.