Random Excerpts from my Brain

The Art of Crying

And I stared at the mirror.
My tear stained face, my red brimmed eyes, my puffy lips.
And I didn't know who I was, but at the same time, I knew completely who I was and I should've never questioned it.
But I felt so empty and alone and guilty. I felt a lot of things and I didn't know what to do;

So I cried. I cried my little heart out until I could no more.
But it still left me feeling empty.