Tears pour down her face and she sobs. She sobs snd sobs and sobs and sobs until she can't remember why she was crying. Until she's run out of tears and so she sits there hiccuping rattled breaths and crying. No tears come but be assured she is crying. And after she has run out of breath to cry the anger starts. Denial, rage, anything but the sadness. The terrible crushing sadness. All too soon the tiredness arrives and she feels it, all the adrenalin is gone and she's left with this: exhaustion. And so when there are no more tears, hiccups, people to blame other than herself, no more reasons to not feel that sadness, there is always the exhaustion. The one that fades when you get excited, but it's always there. When you wake up, no matter how long you slept, when you go to sleep, no matter how short the day was. It's always there, and when nothing else is, she is left with exhaustion. And so, tear streaked cheeks are laid on pillows and she sleeps. A disturbed sleep at best, but it's better than that sadness. That terrible, crushing sadness.
I felt a bit down this afternoon so I write this, I couldn't think of a more fitting title than ':(' so that's what I named it. Writing this did help me feel a bit better though so that's a plus. Have a good weekend! Also this pic got me and I couldn't stop laughing so that helps too :)
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The Wanderers
SpiritualPeople wander but not all Wanderers are people, we are more than that, we are writers, artists, inspirers, leaders, scientists, mathematicians, helpers, we are the Wanderers who know when to admit they do not belong. This is a book of quotes and par...
