I burst into tears four times yesterday.
I am determined that today will be different.
I will numb myself with fats and oils to not be able to feel anything.
I will avoid C.L., V.C., D.T. ... and everyone else besides Carissa M. Bailey, Nick J. Thompson, Melissa L. Afusso, and Alex J. Marien.
I will not see the casket today.
I will not listen to Seasons of Love today.
posted by M.Jazz @ 10:52 AM
To be concise, I can't feel something without describing it. Probably, this is due to some sort of traumatic experience I had in the womb. I hate the expression, "She wears her heart on her sleeve." It makes the subject sound weak and whiny. I concede that I am both of these things, but I don't like to come right out and say it...mostly because I'm an arrogant fool. I'd rather refer to myself as effusive. If you'll sit a while and read, I'm sure you'll agree.
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