The weather is perfect to be sad, today.

The time is right to cry.

Afternoon, rush hour traffic, and the grey sky begins to bleed.

I didn’t even care if my Grab driver sees me cry at that moment.

Lonely. Insecure. Feelings invalidated.

“Please stop,” I had to say to ADC, my newest psychologist/therapist.

Stop telling me what I am feeling because it was so right and I am afraid I’d cry again.

Have you felt so trapped in this world?

I wanted to die. I want to.

What a perfect, cringe-worthy day.