Once
Upon
A
Time
I
Saw
A
Girl
Laugh
Hysterically.
Eyes
Closed
Tight,
Dying
Lungs
And
Everything.
She
Immediately
Excused
Herself
To
The
Bathroom
And
Started
Crying.
Hysterically.
I
Asked
Her,
"Do
You
Want
To
Talk
About
It?"
She
Wiped
Her
Tears
Off
Her
Seemingly
Relieved
Expression
And
Chuckled
Lightly.
"A
Good
Cry
Sometimes
Is
Good
For
You."
She
Replied.
I
Stood
There
Awkwardly.
"That
Means
No."
