Really, I am. My crying is not continuous, just on and off. An overwhelming I'm never going to get through this, things will never get better, feeling. Sheesh. I'm TIRED of having this feeling every few months. I am scared.
But I'm not a p*ssy. Does that make sense?
I wish volleyball was going on so I could play against some a**hole. That always makes me feel better.
And life goes on...