by all means and trends, i should've had myself a good silent crying jag in the middle of washing dishes at work tonight. i've four reasons to. at least two are wearing me thin already. i felt all the emotion, my throat was choked up, i felt that feeling in your nose when you know you're in for a meltdown.

but it never happened. not one, single, tear. no breakdown, meltdown, watership down. nothing. my throat opened up again and i took orders.






"Eli, Eli,"
what is happening to me?