You’re sitting there. In your room. Thinking about how nothing goes right and then finally, that lump rises in your throat and you choke out a small sob but tears are already flowing from your eyes. You’re all alone. No ones there. As your shoulders start to crumble underneath you, you end up in a little ball. Holding yourself. Before you know it, your eyes have closed and you’ve drifted off to sleep. The next morning you wake up and go on with your day as if nothing happened.
(Source: fly-away-above-the-horizon, via remnantsofmymemories)
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