They say venting helps. You let your emotions out and discharge a weight off your shoulders that made them ache by now. Yet the myriad of emotions doesn't still it's swirl, at least within me. I listen to their words with precision, narrowing my bleary eyes as tears disorient my vision. The rectangular screen that i now grip firmly doesn't help, it just stares back at me with a blinding lightness. I end up blinking the tears away, relishing the way they end up rolling off my tear-smeared cheeks.