Every so often, I’ll have a strange day where nothing’s really wrong, but I’ll be overwhelmed with the urge to cry. And I always give in to the urge, because why not?
I can think of a million reasons for me to cry on any given day, but I don’t. I push it all away and it’ll stay locked up for a while. But sometimes I don’t need to feel anything for me to cry. Those days, I don’t cry from anger, sadness, hopelessness, loneliness…I cry and then feelings come. Feelings I don’t have a name for.
I wonder if anyone will ever understand me. Or ever could. Because I don’t even understand myself.