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.