 A dearth of woman's tears
The past few days I have had a few bouts of sadness, mostly over a relationship that has ended. I feel like crying but the tears won't come. I'm wanting to have a good, long cry and get it out of my system...my thoughts have even gone back to the many nights I spent sobbing uncontrollably after a couple of bottles of wine fondly. How perverse is that?
I don't like having thoughts like that, but I do know drinking relieved that "bottled up" feeling. There is rage, sadness sitting there that I can't seem to actually feel but taints my attempts to be genuine and connect with others. Am I making sense? Can anyone relate?
Apologies for the title, I can't seem to actually be vulnerable/serious without also being a little cheeky.
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