I did not want to alienate anyone from me. Instead, I alienated myself from the world. I cried to go back to the girl I was, the girl I had been, and the girl that was lost. I craved to be me. Crying became a routine. Evenings, nights, mornings-I could cry anytime. I could cry when angry, I could cry when sad. Crying would give me terrible headaches, but I did not stop crying.