I cried at work. I cried in the hall. at my desk, in the bathroom, in the car. My boss felt my breaking heart from 3,000 miles away over the telephone. Still, this morning I got up and out of bed and went to the gym. Tight fists to feign strength. Xanex is helping me sleep at night but even still it isn't easy. Last night I cried in every room of my apartment and every time I stood, I fell. I cried tonight and I'm loosing track of time. its 8pm and I am no longer myself.