Have you ever just laid in bed at night and cried?

Cried because of one little thing, and then all of a sudden everything that's wrong with you and your life pops into your head and makes you cry even more.

And you don't know why you can't stop thinking of those bad things but they just keep multiplying.

You feel so alone and there's nothing you can do about it.

It's like you want someone to come talk to you but you also want to be alone.

Everything just feels like it's falling apart.

So you just continue to cry...and cry.

But I'm tired of just crying.

So I decided to write.

About the story of my unquiet heart...