it sucks when you have a bad day and you have to sit through it at work when all you want to do is go home, curl in bed and cry your heart out. At the end of the day, you are not even sure if you have someone's shoulders to borrow, you are not even sure if anyone would be there to wipe those tears and most of all, if that one person you are crying for, even knows how you are feeling. All you really know is that love hurts. It stings the heart when its unrequited but it warms the heart when its felt.
