I hate being up late. It always ends in me feeling lonely and waking up the next morning drained of emotion. A mindless robot until the sun goes down and suddenly a wave of emotion floods my head. Yet I sit here unable to cry. So I listen to sad music. Read sad stories hoping for something.
It's not healthy to wish for tears but it's also not healthy to be able to see what I see and not cry. At the end of the day. I'm just a robot with a default setting of lonely. I guess. Whatever , just another thing to tell the counselor.
Damn I'm dramatic
