cry me a river

she keep telling herself that it's a waste to cry for someone who is not worth it. or perhaps ceratin people. or certain circumtances. but if crying is the only thing that she can do, to make her feel better she'll go for it. swollen eyes is what she get. it doesn't matter anymore to her. at least she felt good, as if the burden just escape her lung. she can breath again, the burden no longer holding her down. she can't satisfy each and every person. the least she can do is for herself. she is on for it too. she wanted to make herself happy. if no one pity this soul, then she'll be the one to pity. she'll be her own guardian angel.