I've become a crier. I never was, really. I've been generally unaffected by most of the awful things I've had to go through in life, citing the events to friends casually as I emotionally unload onto them. I saw their shoulders sag in front of my eyes as they tried to balance the burden, and I kept going.
7:13pm. I kept looking at the time through tearful eyes as I drove home. The quivering leaves of our house plants as I washed the dishes. At least an hour a day, silently crying. I wish I could type out the words to free me from this burden but I'm unable to find the words. Completely alone.