Free writing!

I'll do some free writing. Kind of. No idea what it'll be about. I'll make something up.

I'm sitting on my bed, staring at the floor. Tear stains shine on my face as the dim light from the lamp hits my face. There are a few things knocked over on the floor. That was a cry I needed. That tension, those chains that were tightly bound around my heart and mind, they're slowly loosening as I recover from my own emotions. It's odd, really. Sometimes you're happy and love life, and you subconsciously love your emotions. They're giving you this joy. It's a god-given gift provided via your emotions. But sometimes, you hate your emotions, wish you never had them. Or maybe, that they would just let off a little bit, and stop suffocating you, so that you could just get on with life, and maybe enjoy it once in a while.

By the way, this isn't a recent event, or something. Completely made up.