Last night was a crying night.
I didn't intend to cry, not like it's something that's always planned, but it didn't feel like the crying-kind-of-night at the beginning of it.
There was a tipping point, an obscure thing, and than one tear fell, and another. Before long, I couldn't stop them.
I cried until I couldn't breathe through my nose.
I cried till 1 a.m. and cried until I eventually fell asleep. I woke up and my eyelids were translucent and puffy from so much crying.
They were grieving tears.
They were sad tears.
They were tears I'd kept inside for a month.
They were tears that needed to fall.
So fall they did.
Today I just feel empty, summarized in one word.