Tears Roll Down
I haven’t let myself cry much so far. Not because I think it’s a sign of weakness or anything like that. I mean, this is me; I cry at cheesy chick flicks.
Rather, it’s more like I don’t think crying helps anything at the moment. Although there’s always still the occasional tearing and choking up when a memory or a feeling hits.
One day, could be soon, could be a long time from now, I will cry, and then it will be quite sucky, but that will be then.
So far I’ve only cried once, I believe. Before the funeral and at night when my dad was asleep in the same room and I hope he didn’t hear.
Yeah, that sucked. I think there’s more to come.
Rather, it’s more like I don’t think crying helps anything at the moment. Although there’s always still the occasional tearing and choking up when a memory or a feeling hits.
One day, could be soon, could be a long time from now, I will cry, and then it will be quite sucky, but that will be then.
So far I’ve only cried once, I believe. Before the funeral and at night when my dad was asleep in the same room and I hope he didn’t hear.
Yeah, that sucked. I think there’s more to come.
