I cry.

It's true. I cry. Have you not heard yet?

Everyone knows by now. I cry. I cry. I cry.

How many times do I need to confess?

Are you ready to label me yet?

Wimp! Crybaby! Anything else?

I cry to relieve stress. I cry to stop being sad. I cry to stop thinking.

I cry because I'm overwhelmed. I cry because there is so much crap going on in my life that I just can't hold it in and it bubbles over like a hot soup on a stove or a rice cooker- oh that rice cooker that my mom places gently on the stove and even from my room I can still hear that rice cookers' whistle blowing steam constantly, just running and running and running until it

bre aks

into p i e c e s.

It's true. I cry. Why do you need to know?