I deal with my emotions I allow myself to feel them, every drip, every ounce of feeling. Every tear blurring my vision, every chest ache, every breath hard to breathe, every crash to the bathroom floor, I let it take me away. I do not send my emotions out to the world, expecting to receive comfort, relief. I feel them. I feel them hard. But sometimes, I send them to you. You send them back. And I do not know how to feel about that, about you, about us. Pain is easy, not knowing is a feeling I cannot feel.