My Journal Writings

Her hunched shoulders shook with every sob. She wasn't pretty crying, she was hardcore snot crying. Glistening tears weren't flowing peacefully down her face. Salty tears were streaming down her puffy eyes like faucets. She didn't care what kind of liqiuds were dripping from her eyes and nose, all she cared about was the sinking feeling in her chest. The cold empty feeling that made her want to scream. The only one that made her feel safe and loved was gone. He mind was filled with selfish thoughts about why he had to die and how it wasn't fair to her. She needed him, needed him, and she can't imagine what she's going to do with the rest of her life.