i do not like crying. so i won't, or at least, i'll try not to.
i also do not like hurting.
i don't like the pain in my chest that comes out of nowhere, but i always know why its there.
i don't like not having an appetite.
i don't like listening to bright eyes when i'm sad, but sadly i can't help it.
i don't like my crowded room and humid atmosphere.
and i don't like this, not at all.