Feeling: queasy
Crying isn't a bad thing.
it's acctually healthy..
just like puking is after
a long night of binge drinking.
so for those 40 minutes, I
wrapped myself with my own arms
in the corner of my cold
dim room and cried like a
little baby.
I can't remember the last
time I ever cried like that.
I cried so loud and so hard
I felt my nose would come
apart from my face.
and it wasn't because I was
sad, no.
it was because of all the
overwhelmness that took
over my body.
I had never said it out loud.
Those words... words I've feared
for many years. I guess it sounds
different when you actually hear
yourself say them instead of
hearing them in your head.
"I love him"
Now it feels so good to say
it...
So when I was done I looked
at myself in the mirror, my eyes
were so swelled and puffy it looked
like they didn't belong to the rest
of my face...
Then that other familiar feeling
set in..
I realized how scared I was to
ever losing this feeling...
to ever losing him.
so I cried.
I love your entries, the way you put your words together is phenomenal
I know exactly how you feel. It's beautiful how you describe it. Almost like reliving it.
I thank you for helping me do that.
Wow, this is beautiful,so poetic. And I think I appreciate it, I understand. While reading this the words struck me hard in my chest. I know how you feel. I hate it when people tell me that. But I belive I have lived and still live as you've described. This feeling of hopelessness takes over everything. Crying doesn't help, But it feels so good. I'm going to add you, and keep in tune. I hope our situations improve. For both of our sakes.