You know, having a good cry where you just let out everything is good for you. Who cares if you're a guy, girl, gay, or straight. Crying helps when you can't do anything else.
I wanted to put this 2 days ago, but didn't have time.

Can you see the old man? This is from my bathroom window. It's the dumpsters for Back Bay Manor. It's an old Asian man collecting cans and bottles. I don't know how I feel about it.

I just took this. I don't understand how someone can like me, but someone does. I'm so confused. God, my self-esteem is low. I'm so fat.
Crying helps. Letting go that hard exterior helps. Whatever.
Because, somedays aren't yours at all.
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