So it finally happened. They finally poured out of my overloading tears containers. Normal things became exhausting, efforts became fear.
How ridiculous that you have to force yourself to cry, or else you will die of withering from within. It lasted only 15 minutes though, but a few is better than nothing. 15 minutes made my eyes swollen and had my heart throbbed as if I was dying. This is just a temporary solution, I know I have to put myself through this with another escape. However, I have none for now. Yet I am so fed up with finding one, over and over, again and again, I took them all in and in the meantime I am stuck. It will pass, I know, but I am already tired enough not to give a damn about whether it would or not.
Existence is a beautiful thing, but sometimes I wonder what if I had chosen the ugly one?