Today, I cried.December 10th, 2012.Today I cried.I wasn't bullied today.Neither was I bullied yesterday.Nor am I going to be tomorrow.But I cried.Because I relived every moment.In.My.Diary.And that was enough.I succumbed to my emotions.Today I cried.I wasn't particularly weak today.Neither was I weak yesterday.Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.But I cried.Because I relived every moment.In.My.Diary.And I'm not ashamed.I succumbed to my emotions.But... I'm not ashamed.Today I cried.And cried.And... cried.But that's just the way I am.Once in a while, you just need a good cry.To remind yourself of:the little emotion you have left.
gossamer loveyou will love a womanwho uses the wordgossamertoo often. she willdiagnose dead artists' descentsinto madness and laughtoo loudly at jokesno one understands.she will braid crowns offlowers, she will write poemsin constellations, she willtry to walk like a dancer sono one can hear herleave. she will bean ice sculpture, and whenshe cries, you'll convince yourselfshe's melting, she loves you, you'vechanged her, you'vechanged; she will wear youlike a comma, likean incomplete thought,likeapausein her story, andshe will leave you wonderingwhatyoudidwrong.