Most people assume I dislike crying.
They aren’t wrong, really.
I do dislike it.
But only when people are watching.
Their faces simply staring, waiting, watching as your face crumples and contorts.
Your face turns red.
Your nose drips.
Your cheeks dripping salty tears.
It is ugly.
Most raw emotion is, though.
I can’t truly cry unless I am alone.
This is probably a shared sentiment among many.
With spectators, I hide and cover and try to calm down.
Alone, I scream and throw and let it out.
Crying is comforting.
Because unlike the pain that causes the crying,
It will always have an end.