It’s so easy for my emotions to be unnerved, and then the thought of whether I am actually strong comes as a reality check. Another teary eyed morning, another sense of eeriness lurks amidst my thoughts, scaring the very fabric that holds me together, my strength. What makes me weak? Is it the past that I keep reminding myself about time and time again? Maybe it is, but somehow I can’t seem to let it go. I want to cry but for some strange reason after the episode of tears are over, I look upon myself with disrespect and selfpity (btw this holds true only for myself as this isn’t how I feel when it comes to other people. I don’t look at others with disrespect when they cry, I can’t do that to others but I can do that to myself). I have this attitude that I cannot cry as it’ll make me weak. Crying achieves nothing; it’s just your body’s reaction to an emotionally painful experience. Laughing has its perks that aids in the bodies functionality, but what does crying do… hmmm… I wonder?