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TASHA I dash into the female restroom and shut the door behind me, crashing helplessly to the floor. Fresh hot tears stream down my cheeks, and I silently wish the floor would just open up and sink me in. My stomach growls in hunger, but the sound is not loud enough to drown my sobs. They jerk out of me, trembling my entire body, stealing my ability to breathe properly. I know I should be in class now, but I can't bring myself to concentrate on anything at the moment. I am angry. I am sad. I am hungry. I am depressed. In fact, I am feeling all the worst emotions anyone can ever think of right now.

In an awful way. I act confident. All I feel is insecure. I don't smile because I don't have a reason. I can't cry because my tears are all dried up. I have no more tears and I couldn't even cry. But so many times all I wanted to do is curl into a fetus and sob and wail loudly. I couldn't sleep. One moment of sleep and those nightmares haunt me like a disaster. All I could feel was disgust. Disgust at myself.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

There’s a lot inside of me that I haven’t begun to start scratching at. The tears come for absolutely no reason, and I sniff to try and catch them, but it’s futile. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe it’s Jyeon acting like that and some delayed response to everything about his affair. I don’t get it. If I were a psychologist, I would perhaps have a clue. All I know is that my heart is heavy and hurts right now, and I want to bawl like a baby and not adult for five minutes.

Am I that of a nuisance? Tears fell from my eyes from being scared and sad. Why am I always neglected? What did I do? Where is Nick?

trailing light kisses down my bare shoulder, I felt like throwing up. The tears fell as he continued down my arm and to my hand, finishing on my finger tips and throughout all the discomfort, any of the words I wished to speak got caught in my throat, lodging themselves into the surrounding tissues. "What's wrong little bug, why are you crying?" His eyes held concern and it all seemed too human like for my brain to comprehend. "I don't, I'm not, I only, towel" I rushed out, none of it making sense as I choked back the bile crawling up my throat.

"You know, it's been five days today and I haven't eaten anything. She said, looking at him with teary, red eyes, I'm very hungry." "Why?" he asked in a low voice and looked into her eyes, which were red from crying and filled with tears. "I don't know. If I eat anything, I get the taste of blood in my mouth, and it makes me sick. It's like the first night of drinking alcohol, and you want to puke, but there is nothing left. You start to get nauseous because nothing else tastes good, but the worst part is that after a while, nothing feels better, and then you really do vomit. I've been feeling like this for days," she said.

Suddenly, a felt a liquid sliding down my eyes and I found myself tearing up. “Why am I so useless? Why do everyone has to suffer because of me? What in bell did I do to be placed with this curse?” I bawled, burying my face in my palms. “I just want everything to stop, and I tried. I really tried but I keep making it worse.” I kept bawling while pouring out my emotions.

I beseech her " I don't want to. I want to eat first" She grumbles as though she wanting to cry " Are you seriously about to cry now?" I ask unimpressed " Yes, because you are annoying me" She says as she burst into tears " What did I say that is making you cry? Why are you overreacting?" I ask " So you are calling me a nag?" She ask in tears " That's not what I said" I correct " So you are calling me a liar? I am carrying your babies and you treating me like trash. It's not fair" She ask still in tears

I glared at him and frowned my lips "Fucking stop all this awful pranks, cause I don't want to have faith anymore...I don't want to feel anything at all either, cause...." My voice cracked, and tears gathered up in my eyes, but I didn't stop speaking "Cause it would fucking make me more miserable and more worst than I am already"