crying is so therapeutic and i truly love it. unfortunately i’ve gotten so good at bottling my grievances up, its a physical strain to let myself cry at this point.
me and my heart: ok im alone and i feel fucking horrible. i need to cry this out.
my body and mind:
!!!!!! IVE NEVER RELATED TO ANYTHING MORE IN MY LIFE FUCK
i am tall enough that when i stand up in a public restroom i can see over the top of the stall door and stare myself in the eyes through the mirror reflection. i dislike this because it reminds me that i am in there, and by that i mean both my human body and the public restroom