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Tears are coming out of my eyes not because of any other thing but because I feel like I’m doing to myself a punishment. The roll on is not doing me anything, could I have like a turning stick right now I will try to deep the whole length in me and there are many guys out there. “Why would I have to be with this? I ask no one in particular with my eyes darting from one place to another. “Heaven lord! I cried to myself. “Where do I get dick? Even though my eyes are moving in cycles and my medulla oblongata have been tossed in one side I know I have to watch out.

His mother came out, and was pretending to be brave. I could tell, that she had been crying, who would hear such a thing and not cry, she saw tears In my eyes and started blinking her eyes in a bit to send back her own tears, that had started forming bubbles around her eyes, but off course, when the heart is too heavy with heart ache, whatever type, it may not be able to hold itself back, it will pour it all out, through that little passage, which happens to be the eyes.

I wiped my eyes again, but the tears kept falling. "Then you're feeling sick, right?" My son asked again, looking worried and about to cry following me. His hand reached out to help me wipe away the traces of my tears. "Tell me… so Mom can feel more relieved... I want to know and I also don't like seeing you sad like this...." I shook my head, took a deep breath, and tried to hold back my tears, which had mostly come out earlier. "Don't. Mom, it's okay. Tears are a great way to channel stored emotions, not just sadness."

My hand flies to my neck, feeling a lump in my throat while tears pool in my eyes. "I need to step outside," I softly mutter, failing to hold back my tears, and I run the moment I’m out of the hall. I slide inside the elevator, and I don’t even know what number I press before sinking to the floor and breaking down. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I so bothered?

Running out of the room. I pull the door to my room open and immediately lock it as i ran into the room. I collapsed on the floor and began to cry for some unknown reason. Why did i embarrass myself that much? After letting fresh foreign tears roll down from my eyes,i stood up and went into the bathroom. Why am i even crying for something i want so bad? I'm crying because i want it so bad, it's so wrong but it feels so right. I slipped into the bathtub and let the hot water consume me as thoughts of my make out section rewinds in my head.

Tears flow from my eyes helplessly. I just hope that my mother tells me that this is a practical joke, because all the anger and helplessness that I feel inside me is building up with previous sequels, and if I explode, it will not be pleasant at all. -What are you telling me, mom? I shake my head and I don't even bother to hide what I feel, I don't bother to wipe the little drops of salty water that run down my cheeks.

Because of her? Because I have to be at her mercy now? I turn my head away to hide my face from Matthew and thankful he understands to give me some space. I don’t think I have ever cried. At least the last time I did was my Mother’s funeral and that day, my eyes were filled with tears but they never dropped. But now, tears were running down my face. Like some busted pipe, it gushed out and didn’t stop. I could not control the wretched sounds that escaped my mouth with every second that passed.

When I step out of the room, I see both of his parents look at me in surprise but I just look away and walk straight towards the front door. I let out a breath of relief once I step out of the apartment before realising that I'm actually bursting into tears—without anything holding me back; not even my will. I continue to walk down the road, wiping away the tears from blocking my sight but every time I wipe them away, they keep on coming back.

I was heartily fed up with tears, but there was no way I could stop it, at that moment this was just like an involuntary reflex. After a fairly short time, the pillow got wet from my tears. I heard my mother taking a shower before going to bed and she didn't say a word to me for the rest of the day. Then I heard my mother go to bed and turn on the TV, watching some dumb soap opera and after an hour she turned off the TV and fell asleep.

I apologized even though I knew an apology wouldn’t undo what happened. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I asked you to leave.” She turned over and reached for my hand. “Seriously, Andro. Your leaving was the best thing. I am a little better now.” She assured me. I saw the tear line that showed she had cried a lot. “Why were you crying?” I asked her. She shrugged her shoulders. “You left.” And she wants me not to feel bad. “You cried because I left?” I asked. “What? It made me emotional. Tears aren’t always bad. I cried because I was emotional. Don’t feel bad, it’s really not that bad, I can cry because of anything during my period. It’s just my hormones playing tricks on me.”