I Cant Help It!

I cant help but cry. It’s my release. Some people punch walls, others scream. But I just cry.

When I’m furious, I cry. When I’m sad, I cry. When I’m sick and miserable, I cry. Sometimes it’s a hell of a sob and sometimes it just feels good to let tears roll out. Maybe I’m too emotional, but I do not want to be called “girly.” I can’t stop the tears from coming when I get flustered. Sometimes I get mad that I cry and I wish I wasn’t so… well, emotional!


Crying is my release. Just as laughing is. Why just last night, I was leaving my boyfriends house around midnight and got in my car to drive home. I had a sinus headache from hell, I had had a loooong and tiring day, and the drive home would take about 40 minutes. And once I realized that, I just sat in my car and bawled. 40 minutes! It was the most depressing thought at the time, and all I could do was cry. After a couple minutes I took a deep breath and realized how stupid it was. But I felt better. Sometimes I just NEED to cry.




And I dont want to be judged for that  😛



About Arun Mishra

“We often becomes what we believes ourself to be. If I keep on saying to myself that I cannot do a certain thing, it is possible that I may end by really becoming incapable of doing it. On the contrary, if I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it even if I may not have it at the beginning.” SO, “If you put your effort and concentration into playing to your potential, to be the best that you can be, I don't care what the scoreboard says at the end of the game, in my book we're gonna be winners. Because "I feel like my wings are finally coming back. They were broken, and there was a point where I thought I was confined to this earth. But I feel like they're back now. And I'm excited to fly again. And sure, there are going to be bad and tough times. I can easily see them now but that's not a reason to stay on the ground. Everyone has to fall sometime but no matter how long it takes you, you eventually get tired of dragging your feet through the mud, and you get up and find your wings have healed and they ache to fly again. So I'll fly, I'll fall, I'll get back up, and I'll live."
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