It's happening again.
I'm sitting here on my bed, bawling. Like I'm two. But worse. I'm 23 and I can't control my emotions. This time it started in the car, after I dropped boyfriend off. He didn't say he loves me (I'm such a girl. It's still mostly PMS), and I could tell something was wrong. So I started crying in the car. I was right, something is wrong, but we won't go there.
Let's just say, be happy you aren't one of the poor people I texted in a desperate attempt to spread my sadness out and get it off of my chest a little. True to form I am sitting here with a documentary (How the Universe Works) playing, waiting for The Sadness to abide enough for me to consider sleeping.
7 a.m. is going to come too fast, I'll be a wreck at work.
And I apologize for the lack of humor in my posts lately. I guess. I know I'll regret posting this in the morning.