When we cry ourselves to sleep at night, it means we really live, and not just breathe through days and nights without finding something worth crying for. I guess that means I'm glad I'm crying, even though it hurts inside. I used to make myself hurt on the outside to put an end to the war inside of me, but I guess this is better.
I love you, whoever you are who's reading this. I love you. (And those words have such an impact)
I'm not mad
Monday, June 9, 2008 by Emma
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