I’m not much of a crier, not because I don’t have deep emotions. Just that the act of showing them is a different story. Sometimes a tear bursts through before my badassery counteracts the process, so tears of joy aren’t a thing for me.
Tears of joy were a thing for me, once; I was in love with this guy once and convinced everything would be perfect and used to cry tears of joy around him.
Now I’m a bitter bitch.
I have dated since, but I can’t date. There are too many problems in my life to dedicate time to someone else.
Being alone forever sounds nice.