Thank you for being the cracking cup beside mine: My creative writing for the night.

There are broken people everywhere, even if you can't see them. See, they are good at hiding - these broken people. They slip into the dark cracks in the makeup of our society and are lost. They can always find the cracks because they know about cracks because they are cracked. That's how they became so broken. They were cracked so many times. Often they were just little miniscule things that shouldn't matter, but a cup can only fall so many times before it goes from being quaintly chipped to seriously broken and a person is like that too. It's true, people are like cups. We only have so much room before we are filled all the way and, if we try to take on any more after that, we will overflow. So, all over the world there are all these broken and overflowing people that sometimes can't be seen. But, there are also people who are only half broken. These people cracked, and may still be cracking, but, as the pieces of their cups began to fall, they were propped up by other cups that stood beside them making sure that nothing broke. Sometimes these other cups are cracking too, but they stand there like that anyways. They just stand there: cracking but not breaking because they hold each other up.