when i cry, telling me to stop is the worst thing you could possibly do. telling me that the reason i am crying is stupid, telling me how i should be thinking, telling me that the things i am feeling, which i can't help, are wrong, tears ragged holes in my heart, fresh wounds beside the old.

my mentality may be stupid. but i have reasons behind them. it hurts to know that you can't possibly understand.

the moon was on its back last night. it was low to the ground, i saw almost every detail. the world turned over with it.