Faked/Forced Emotion

I began to cry. It's such a weird action... but then again I was low on sleep and cranked on caffeine. I had been stressed all day. Stress. How unusual for me. And so I began to cry, not for any reason in particular. Or maybe there was a reason. Maybe the reason was minute and being so close to breaking allowed that reason to overwhelm me. Capable of showing emotions as varied as a soap opera, incapable of feeling anything but sadness and neutrality. Sadly, I found something to be sad about, so I went about assuming that I'd always be alone. Not single. Being single is not something to be saddenned by. I can't allow myself to cry about something like that. No. Being alone. Isolated. truly alone. How many more nights in my life would end up like this? I cannot begin to explain how terrifying this loneliness is. I used to think that being invisible sucked. No. This is much worse. So I cried. Well, not so much cried as tossed about. A seizure almost, my legs kicking, arms grasping, body twisting and turning and keeling. But as I yelled "it doesn't make any sense. why won't it end?" under my breath under sheats, I realized there weren't any tears on my face. My voice was dulled by my constricting throat but there were no... tears. And it occured to me that I didn't have a source for my crying.
So I tested my blood sugar.
I was hypoglycemic.
NOT depressed.
Thanks diabetes.