I needed to cry. My body knew that but my mind hid that fact from me. So my body decided to feel in enough pain that would make me cry. As soon as I started, the pain went away. But then I opened a gift from my grandparents. My grandmother had made me a quilt. It is a beautiful quilt with music notes and staffs and colors of red and black and silver and gold; I am not an emotional person, but I teared up at the gift and called them, teary-eyed as I thanked them. Then this giant misunderstanding leading to a giant argument erupted through the house between me and my parents; that got me Bawling. Finally, once everything was resolved, I went to my room to cry some more; this time for the reason my body knew I needed to cry. To let go. I let go of one hand, but I won't let go of the other. Not yet.
xo, Jupiter. 15:46.
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