The feeling. (X-posted from my Tumblr)

The feeling that’s making me cry like a loser and not allowing me know what’s wrong is back.

Every. Single. Night.

This is not funny - Each time this happens, I lose sleep and the crying doesn’t seems to cease. It makes me lose weight (tried and tested so many times) and it makes everyone in the house panic like crazy.

I seriously don’t want my family to be worried about me. Not even the slightest bit of worry should be spent on me.

I’m a flipping-36 now. Tell me if I should just let it out and cry my guts out now.