if trouble is the new present

i've had this discussion with some of y'all before. i don't cry. i don't know why. i just don't. last night i felt the potential for one coming on so i honored it. i went to my room. shut the door. threw all of my stuff off the bed. pity blogged. set the ipod to play beck's 'sea change' through my old clock radio. and bawled. old testament cry. some out loud. some so loud that the pillow couldn't muffle. then i thought, " i should get a picture of this ". my camera was on the nightstand. i reached out from under the covers. fumbled around and dragged the camera into my covered realm. batteries dead.

mad. crying is silly. laugh. pouty sleep. i wanted those pictures sooo bad.

i kinda ended up having fun.