Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Please, stop crying.
Why am I crying?
I am overthinking.
It must all be in my head.
I see how stupid my mind is when I search through the evidence.
There is nothing to cry about. I’m sure of it.
I wish for summer to get here. Not because it’s my favourite season (winter is my favourite). No, I wish for summer to come because he likes it. He likes the light. He is better then. Not as sad, a bit more happy. Much more happy, actually.
Stop. Stop it. Please. I beg of myself.
This is ridiculous. I am sure there is nothing to cry about. At this point, I am not even sure why I am crying. When it started, I knew. But the reason why I started crying is not the reason why I am crying now. I do not know why I am crying now. For I know it is dumb.
Probably not for long…
But for now
I am calmer.