Maybe I'm too heartbroken and too angry to well up my tears, I don't mean to get blind anyway. But crying inside is far way too painful for me to endure, too hard for me to breath. I wouldn't want to think it as a form of emotional suppression. It's not. Between crying out loud and crying out hard and loud inside, the impact is the same to me.
But crying inside, it shown all over my face. Can't lie to and can't hide from no one.
I'm crying is because I felt hopeless; I'm angry is because I felt being ridiculed like a clown.
After all these years, it only comes down to nothing. It was so easy for you to say it loud and clear in a few words, but just as words could be as sharp as sword, it pierced through the same core of mine. All the waiting until the cows came home, and my sacrifices, my almost-sacrifices. It's like going back to square one, if there's ever a square one. It happened once, and now it's happening again. I should have known better. Family was right, the other dimension was not worth the exploration. Aliens are crooks. They play hard to get.
Well, guess what, YOU get nothing!!!