I’m at a point where everything makes me cry.
People I’ve been waiting for are finally coming? Cry.
I got the highest marks in a subject? Cry.
I got a B+? Cry.
Gifts for me? Cry.
Omelette for breakfast? Cry.
Inspiration for poetry? Cry.
Finished a great novel? Cry.
Started another? Cry.
A new blank journal for me? Cry.
A message from someone very dear? Cry.
A message from a person I avoid? Cry.
Writing a novel? Cry.
Just got a great idea that I’m excited about? Cry.
Got called in the kitchen? Cry.
Met with best friends after a long time today? Cry.
Had a great day? Cry.
Someone smiled at me? Cry.
Someone scolded me? Cry.
The wi-fi’s not working? Cry.
Everyone’s at home? Cry.
No-one’s at home? Cry.
Got a new ring for myself? Cry.
And not in joy either, but for a reason unknown. it’s depressing, this crying.
I haven’t been writing much these past days, because I knew if I tried to write, something dark and depressing would come out. I didn’t want to write dark and depressing. I don’t like dark and depressing pieces of writing. I discourage them. But I guess I’ve written one anyway. I’m sorry. I swear I’m not in depression. I’m just at that point where everything’s overwhelming and makes me cry.
But the thing is, I don’t cry. I’m strong.