I clearly remember the last time I had a full on breakdown emotional cry. It was when I was 17, and it suddenly became apparent to me that I never actually had an imaginary friend. I just pretended I did because I felt like that would make me special.
Needless to say, I was high off my ass when I came to that realization, but it was still devastating.
In all of the years since then, I may have, like, had a tear or two, or like a tiny little sob, but actually getting to that point where I could break down and cry and pour out all of those emotions that I’m sitting on, it feels like I have about the same chances as winning the lottery.
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I clearly remember the last time I had a full on breakdown emotional cry. It was when I was 17, and it suddenly became apparent to me that I never actually had an imaginary friend. I just pretended I did because I felt like that would make me special.
Needless to say, I was high off my ass when I came to that realization, but it was still devastating.
In all of the years since then, I may have, like, had a tear or two, or like a tiny little sob, but actually getting to that point where I could break down and cry and pour out all of those emotions that I’m sitting on, it feels like I have about the same chances as winning the lottery.