I cry during Futarama.
I cry on the bus home.
I cry on the dance floor.
I cry in bed with bed with a man.
I cry when talking to mum.
I cry in bed when I'm alone.
I cry in the toilets at work.
I cried walking home from the gym tonight.
I have never cried so much in my life.
It's always silent, and rarely do people realise what is actually happening.
All it takes is a compliment, a smile, the smallest amount of praise on a job well done, and it brings me crashing down.
What will happen when I can't go out and dance with my friends, can't go to the gym, can't do my job, can't find a man to take me home?
For the first time ever I am not in total control of my life.
This fucking sucks.