things are never what it looks like.

The only thing I want to do is just break down and cry.. let it all out and then sleep on it. I hate bottling up things but I hate crying in front of people. Crying makes me feel better, I hate it when people tell me to stop crying. I don’t care if you think I’m weak for crying, that’s my cry for help. It’s what helps me calm down and forget the pain inside.