55. Apres moi le deluge!

After all those weeks I finally brought myself to cry.

I cried for my 23 on maths test, i cried for 35 on human test, i cried for my 4 chemistry, i cried for my parents, arguing in the next room, i cried for the dolphin earring i lost last week at the pool, i cried for missing french, i cried for l, for t, for o, for z, for jelousy of k, i cried for louis XV, i cried for regina spektor, i cried for the french revolution, i cried for my hatred towards everything, i cried for jimi hendrix, i cried for my photos, i cried for my stupidity, i cried for my lack of determination, i cried for my fat stomach, i cried for my fat legs, i cried for my forehead, i cried for my sweating palms, i cried for my class.

i cried to remember, i cried to forget, i tried to let my emotions out, i cried to pity myself.

and so i flooded my bed with tears but

i must go on standing.