Sorting Through the Clutter
If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this...
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Sorting Through the Clutter If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this... |
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Wednesday, September 21, 2005 I remember those days when my friends told me that I'm a rock. An emotional fortress that cannot be shaken. I sat there dry-eyed while people sniffed into their hankies during sappy movies. I didn't even cry in Titanic...I got "misty eyed". No tears broke through the barrier. For some reason or another, I have become this super-emotional person. I wonder how this happened..because it almost seems overnight. Okay not overnight, but it all started by crying at movies..like bawling-kinda crying. *Me wiping frantically at my eyes* "What is this salty discharge?" Eventually, people began to have the ability to make me cry. It was like I'd lost control over my tear ducts. What is wrong with me? Is it hormones? Is it because I'm aging? Someone explain this to me. I'm so confused. And my supply of tissues are slowly dwindling. Labels: It's all about me posted by Jenn | 2:53 PM |
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