She wants to cry, but she can't let it go. She can't let her pride go to let the tears stream her face; the way that she needs to. She looked at the paper and began to write down everything that she was feeling. She was half way down the paper when droplets began to appear on the paper. She wiped at the paper, not knowing where the tears were coming from, and then at her cheek. Realizing that she was crying she was amazed that she started to cry. She continued to write and continued to cry. Let out all that she couldn't do on her own.