Sometime you just sit and cry for no reason. Or so it seams. Every little thing that didn't bother you at the time is now building up waiting for you to explode. Every small thing that annoys you or frustrates you is like a rock in a bucket. A hand full of rocks is no problem but an entire bucket full is impossible to carry. So when you don't know why your crying it is not just one thing that is making you cry but every little thing that has upset you in anyway.
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Thoughts
RandomJust some of the random things I think about. Some can be depressing or sad. Others may be uplifting and happy. They are just a few things I think about. Mostly things about pain. You won't find anything here on rainbows and unicorns. But you will f...
