Written in tears

Running out of tears

So... I guess that's it. I guess you already know my story. Well, at least a part of it. Now I'm healed —or something like it. I know that there will be bad times again. That's a part of my life as much as of everyone else's. But I also know that I will come back, eventually.

I have to be brief. I'm running out of tears, so I'm running out of words, too.

I have to thank you, every single one of you. Whether you are the reader, or my friend, or one of all those people who hurt me, thank you. I write for a reason: you. And me.

I don't need my words anymore, at least at the moment.

But the story isn't over yet.

I've still got a lot of tears to cry.