Late at night, I curl into a ball on the tile floor of my kitchen and cry. I’ve gotten pretty good at staying silent.
Late at night, I curl into a ball on the tile floor of my kitchen and cry. I’ve gotten pretty good at staying silent.
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I did the same thing last night but into a pillow. We don’t let people see us cry because deep down we know no one cares, not really. They’ll say “I’m sorry you feel that way” but mostly you are totally on your own with your troubles in this world. That’s why a dog is a good idea, a dog actually gives a shit about you, doesn’t care if you break down, doesn’t care if you bathe or get fat or fail in life…dog still loves you, and people suck.
I’ve done that many times. I don’t know what it accomplishes, but it somehow fills the void.