Let's Run Away From Reality, Darling.

The Routine of Anxiety.

Tears keep rushing down my face.

I'm not crying because of one thing. I've let myself build up these pissed off and sad emotions, and now I've reached my limit.

So, I cry.

Whether it's late at night or in the middle of washing dishes in the morning.

I can't control the hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

My throat closes up.
Blood rushes to my face.
Tears enter at the waterlines of my eyes.

And, I cry for what seems like forever.

It could be a quick cry, or a 3 hour long session.

I look at myself in the mirror while trying to think of reasons why I'm crying. If I say, "I don't know", then I'll be looked at as someone who wants attention.

This leads to overthinking and crying even more.

My eyes are bloodshot, and my whole face is bright red because of so much blood rushing to my face.

A headache forms and my nostrils fill up with snot. My whole body aches, and I decide to stay in bed for a little while.

So, I once again cry, and then fall asleep.

A few hours later, or the next day, I wake up and pretend that everything's okay.

You can't control the routine of anxiety. It's something you have to deal with on random days.