i've come to the realization that sorrows don't come little by little. when i get down, i get down, deeper than i ever imagined possible. it starts with one simple thing, and soon turns into a whirlpool of stress.
rain, rain, go away, don't come back another day.
*and please take the sorrows with you.
example: he came by a few weeks ago. he had news that "only he could tell me." he had the nerve to say that even though i said i didn't want to talk to him again, ever.
sorrow: came from the fact that he stopped by. a lot. i hate when he does that, for it causes me nothing but sorrow and pain. there we go. another fact is that news he was talking about. i know i acted like it didn't really effect me, which it didn't as much as anyone would think it would, but it still effected me. i didn't know him well, if at all. the fact that he was my flesh and blood is the part that hurt, causing mere sorrow.
what people would think was only something minuscule and minute was really a pound of bricks, landing on me, one at a time, until i could no longer take it. i broke down. things add on, slowly but surely. sorrows build up.
when they disappear, they go away for a while, until suddenly, they come back, all in battalions, ready to strike their next target:
me.
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