It's not who I cry for, it's who is worth crying for.
Don't get me wrong, because I cry easily. Pretty sensitive, to be honest. A teacher yells at me, I feel like crying.
But it's who is worth the swollen red eyes, the headaches, the stress, turmoil of anxiety, stress, betrayal, embarrassment, sadness, and anger. The lack of sleep, the heartache. The shaking and loss of breath, loss of mind, and temporarily, loss of sanity.
Who is worth breaking down myself to the deepest of pains and longest, most powerful waterfalls?
And it's funny, because I thought I could give quick answers to this question.
And so suddenly my answer went from more than a handful, to three.
-D.
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