Loving Myself

Loving myself

I write no descriptive emotions of others but my own, not because I don’t care but because everyone has the same way of fighting their pain through tears or laughter.
Individual complains for something has not yet been seen and argued, the thing that is being there in itself. Different individual cope with it differently.
For some reason, sometimes is hard to understand when brain empowers the heart of an individual who is expecting to see only scars or bracing themselves for the worst. It’s defense mechanism
Tears become part of a process, of being strong and most of the time become part of being wrong, but the most part of being alone when something goes wrong.
I love myself before I love the one who wants to love myself and that is why until now I cried at night for being left behind because of loving myself after the pain exists.