Sometimes you don’t realize how many feelings you lock away inside until the right stimuli (a song, a few words, a movie scene) comes along and teases them out of you, and sometimes the dam breaks.
Sometimes you live with the pressure for so long it just becomes normal. And sometimes when you start crying, you can’t stop.
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…and someone comes by with infinite amount of Kleenex and offers one. Perhaps help alleviate some pressure?
I find after a hard, snot cover, red-face cry I am rejuvenated. It is most likely because i passed out from crying and took a brief nap. A cry is often necessary no matter the circumstances.