Every month I lie awake all night on one night. I'm the type of person who stays strong and doesn't cry in front of others, but on this night I cry alone in my room at midnight and get it all out.
It's like this simply stupid act keeps me sane. these nights are where I kept my thoughts, hopes, dreams, confessions, and most of all, fears. I pour my heart out into these nights where I'm not the strong one, I'm just me.
And who knows, maybe one day I'll change and I won't need these nights anymore because I won't have to be strong all the time... because it's tearing me apart to have to keep myself together so others won't see me at my weakest. And one day I'll crack and I'll breakdown and cry my heart out because I can hold it in anymore.
I can't wait for that day. because when that day comes, all of my fears I put into those nights disappear.
Sincerely,
Elizabeth Lynn Martin
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To Anyone That Cares
РазноеA collection of letters to anyone that cares. Letters to people who caused me to never forget them, even well after they forgot me.
