Last night I cried myself to sleep again. I was reading something that somehow hit home and I started thinking of, well, my non-existent love life, and then I just burst right then and there. All the frustrations--mostly directed to myself.
There are times I just tear up and cry without even me realizing it. And last night was like that. Maybe it just wasn't because of what I was reading, not just because of me over-analyzing everything that had happened to me. Maybe I could also blame it on the rain (which coincidentally playing now on the player) and also the sad songs I was listening to last night.
Weirdly enough, it felt good to just let go like that. To just break down. I wanted to have someone there to hold me tight and to caress me gently while I cried-- instead of me just clinging on to my pillows like there's tomorrow while I let it all out.
But I guess it could also be good to just cry by yourself.
After all, what you really have from the very start to the very end is yourself... and yourself alone.
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