Hot tears were rolling down my cheek. I felt my eyelids heavy as another drop of tear blurred my vision. I blinked to set the tear free. As it rolled down and hit my cheek, I felt my eyes cleansed. As I moved towards the tap, I caught the familiar sight of blood shot eyes in the mirror. A familiar sight that I am so used to seeing. I smiled subconsciously. For some reason I felt I looked prettier when my eyes are blood shot and then the smile faded as memories flashed back again and I whispered, "Oh lord, not again!".