My ability to cry is gone. I want to sit and sob. Just cry with every bit of energy I have and I can't. I need the release I felt after it. But I think and I rationalize and put everything I want to cry about into neat little boxes and I keep going. I'm pretty sure this should make me happy but it doesn't. I just want to cry about things. Neat little boxes are not comfortable.
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