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This only happens sometimes, but now that I’m old I don't want my mom to help me calm down like she used to. I want to be able to stop on my own. But I can't. "God, just shut up!" I yell at myself. I'm so done with this crying shit, I have things to do. But I still sob uncontrollably and have to crouch down to catch my breath before I pass out. While I'm trying to not die choked on my tears, there's a creak on my window and I gasp in fear. What the hell. It's been almost eight months since the last time. I can't believe this is happening right now. And on his fucking birthday... although, maybe that's why.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

A child. He huffed wiping at his eyes again. The tears still wouldn't stop coming out even after a while of getting them out. His eyes were begging for him to stop but the salt water in his eyes wouldn't stop leaking. He didn't understand it. So many tragedies had befallen him. Why was this one worse than anything else? Was this even a tragedy or just his own stupidity making him feel that way? He took out his diary. Deciding this was the right time to make sure that he wrote his feelings out to at least ease the tension between the brain he had and the heart that he possesed as well.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

I bid him a good night, mustering up what little composure I had left before retreating to my room with my laptop and coffee in hand. As I closed the door behind me, I leaned against it, feeling the weight of my emotions pressing down on me. Slowly, I slid down to the floor, a heavy sigh escaping my lips. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. My lower lip trembled as I struggled to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. “Why am I doing this to myself?” I whispered through silent sobs, the ache in my heart becoming unbearable.

I stepped out of her wing and leaned against the wall. And that’s when I felt it. A drop of water hit my hand. I frowned and looked up. Nothing. Then another drop landed on my skin. It took me a second to realize it wasn’t water from the ceiling. It was me. I was crying. Not dramatic sobbing. Just silent tears sliding down without permission. I wiped them quickly, annoyed at myself. I don’t have time to fall apart. Not now. I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes for a moment. I need to hold it together.

Just her. “Fuck!” I cursed, running a hand through my hair. My eyes began to burn and I slammed my wrapped fists hard against the counter, leaning forward so my head was hanging between my shoulders. “Fuck, Mutti, I can’t deal with this. I can’t… I can’t lose her.” Something wet dropped on the surface of the counter, and I realized with a shock that it was a tear drop. And it came from me. From my eyes. I couldn’t remember the last time I cried—hell, I wasn’t even sure if I had ever cried about anything. But right now, as I wiped my thumb over my eyes and stared at the wetness, it hit me deep.

I walked straight into the bathroom so I could go release the hot liquid that filled my bladder, my eyes were also hurting and I knew that it was as a result of me getting upset and crying. I was done urinating and I went ahead to brush my teeth, I took my tooth brush in my hand pressed the paste out and began brushing my teeth, taking my eyes up to the mirror, I almost screamed in horror. Dump struck and puzzled I touched my face which was red and a bit puffy, my eyes were swollen and very dark. What happened to me? I asked myself but I didn't get an answer because I was obviously talking to myself. I fucking cried myself to sleep yesterday band that's the reason for this. My skin looked ir

I wish I wasn't here, I wish I wasn't in this position, I wish this pack could disappear and leave me in peace, I wish my mom…. As the thought of my mom springs into my mind, sobs wrack my body as I try to regain my bearings, fat tears fall to the ground and the earth soaks it up. I'm full on ugly crying, snot running down my nose, my eyes red and puffy but still producing more buckets of tears, I can't stop and it feels good to cry, to let the earth and my skirt soak up all my miseries and tragedies, to release this tension that has been lodged in my throat and my stomach.

Her tears left imprinted lines on her face, “How long have you been crying?” “Just a few hours, it’s normal though. Tears had become a part of my life, like my daily routine and sometimes I don’t have reasons to cry but the tears would flow out uncontrollably” Riley uttered, sniveling evidently. “Come on, don’t say bad things to yourself. How does crying become a person’s Routine?…” Jaden retorted, hastily patting her shoulders. “Well you’re right but unfortunately everything has been away from me so there’s nothing left to do than to cry”Riley divulged.