Crying all day, crying all night.

This feeling.
I don't know what it is.
But I felt like crying every single minute of this week.
I cry a lot.
Not the whole time.
But now?
All I can think about are things that are making me sad.
I miss London.
I miss my friends. I miss my best friend.
I feel so miserable when I look in the mirror.
And I cry.
I look like a freakin zombie.
Pale, frizzy hair and dead eyes.
I am scared.
Scared of whats to come.
This is going too fast.
I want to get out.
Now.
So I cry. And I cry.
I am crying all day, and crying all night.