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scream so loudly that tiny lights dart in front

never thought I’d spend hours crying on the floor of a hotel shower. The weird thing is that underneath the hysteria, I’m completely aware how dramatic-yet-amusing this is. I’m crying for a soul-shakingly horrible reason, my contact lenses are flipping over in my eyes from the tear-water onslaught and I don’t have the strength to get up, turn off the shower and reach for a towel . . . but I can still see that this is a teeny tiny bit funny. Is it normal to feel so detached from reality after a h

never thought I’d spend hours crying on the floor of a hotel shower.