With heart

During the cab back, I tried to calm myself down and stop all thoughts from running wild. There's so much running around in my head as I make futile attempts to grab hold of them and try to make sense out of everything that's happening. It's going too fast. I came back, grabbed my pillow and just laid in bed crying. Not that it's a bad thing. But why is it that I find myself wanting to cry more often. And why is it that I keep having this feeling that I'm trying to be someone I'm not. Am I? What's wrong with me?

I'm not going to cry. I'm not going to cry. Be strong.