It shouldn't be this way...
But I suppose the fact that it shouldn't isn't going to change anything.

I feel exhausted.
I want to go to bed.. but I just got up.

This feeling.
I hate it.

The tears are coming again.
Burning hot and forceful.
Struggling to get out.. because I fight them back.

I don't want to admit that she made me cry.
And I don't know why that is.
Okay. Maybe I do know.
Maybe I just don't want to admit that either.