For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
|me:||dont cry dont cry dont cry|
|mind:||dont cry dont cry dont cry|
|eyes:||lol lets go niagara falls on this bitch|
depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling. of all feeling. people who keep stiff upper lips find that it’s damn hard to smile.