Last night I cried for the first time in three weeks. Three weeks of enduring silently, hurting painfully, shutting everything that actually meant to me out. I can't deal. I've kept my emotions down and in check for far too long, and when Kevin asked me how I was, I knew he cared. I knew he cared, and so I couldn't lie.
I cried. I felt so helpless, so pitiful. I felt so weak because I couldn't hide what hurt me well enough.
I suppose it's suppose to make me feel better, letting it all out, but all I feel is an emptiness that's been eating my soul away for years.
