Crybaby

There are times that I think this vulnerable thing is for the birds. I remember being a child who cried easily and it was no fun when exactly did I turn into an adult who does the same thing? Poor soggy Das, I swear I've cried on him more lately than should be allowed. I think I should take out stock in kleenex. A friend of mine said that we cry when we feel safe which is true.

I also wonder if my hormones aren't doing jumping jacks and playing hop scotch. Because really is everything that tear worthy? happy music, sad music, pretty poems, romance novels, my emotions are just all all over the place. Yesterday I was crying because Das came home and didn't tell me he was here for 20 minutes because he was working on the car, sigh. I don't know why I feel the need to fight it so hard but I just can't accept that I am feeling everything in stereo and that's going to come out some kind of way.  He doesn't seem the least bit bothered by it so why am I all twisted up by it?

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