Sundays.

Sundays seem to be the day that everything crumbles. Everything or just me.
I crumble into pieces.

Maybe life and the brave face facade catch up with me.

Maybe my brain reminds me of all the things that I'm trying so desperately to forget about.
Maybe the week has simply overwhelmed me.

I fall into a flop and I cry.

Sometimes I cry softly.

Sometimes I cry hard.

The last few months especially have just been so confusing, contradicting and emotionally exhausting...

People are confusing. People are contradicting. People are emotionally exhausting.