&@#$*&!

Posted on February 3, 2012 by Diana

I cried on the bus, on my way home, hidden under my cap.

No one noticed, no one cared.

At some point it even felt great sensing the hot tears on my cold cheeks reaching my chin.

Thing is, I’m still crying right now while writing.

I’m fucked up.

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