Cry your heart out...

I wish I could say I let it all out that night. All of the tears, all of the screams, all of the lies. But I didn't. I couldn't. It would take something much stronger to bring all that out of me. Still. By the time the sun rose the next morning, one thing had changed: I was no longer full of shit. I walked in any direction I could find; needing to escape the gravitational pull of all the forces that were telling me I wasn't good enough. And there were many. I needed to wallow in uncertainty, without the balancing effects of my addictions to cling to. If I was ever going to figure out who I was, I needed to be a stranger again.