I hate the feeling you get after you’re finally done crying after a long time. Your eyes sting. Your breath is all shaky. You can’t stop thinking about everything, and you just feel flat out weak. Your face is all blotchy and you feel just ugly. Your eyes are bright red, and your lips are still shaking. You’re emotionally and mentally fatigued, but you just have to move on so that no one knows. Wiping away the tears, putting in a brave face. And the worst part is knowing that it’ll all happen again. And again. And again.