adam
I haven’t cried like this for years; vehemently as though I’m running out of breath as each second passes by. I remember what my dad always tells me every time I cry when I was still a kid, ‘Crying is for weak men only’ and I held onto it as if it were true, but unfortunately it was just some sick version of toxic masculinity he implanted on me but it was too late in as much as the moment I was realizing it, I was already developing a habit of repressing my emotions and numbing myself, waiting for it to come forth in uglier ways, making me the most abhorred man I ever knew in my entire life. There wasn’t any way I could forget the way she looks in anticipation of me leaving- believe me or not leaving is entirely against me, and I don’t want to hurt her anymore but I just wanted to gi
