It's just one of those days when you try to disguise the sadness inside you to maintain the appearance of your strength and stability, but the eyes swell up with salty water at the slightest thought or comment, and you know that you will lose the facade with the very next blink 'cause it's inevitable the tears will fall down your cheek. So you try to swallow the tears, but you just build a sniffling sound instead as if you were already crying. It's too late. Someone offers you a tissue...you feel fragile, weak, and stupid...and you just can't help it. You lose your composure. You fall apart.
It's just one of those days...
Nothing to leave you with, but used tissues.
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