And you start crying

I mean, come on!

I'm perfectly okay with that, it gives me more things to do then just wallow around all day

And he said it in the most gentle way possible

He even looked a bit.. reluctant? Or maybe like it was hard for him to say it or something

Cause he brought up how I've left for a few days then came back for a few days to lay around until I leave again

Which, I have been doing that

But I was just planning to stop when he came up to me with this

Again, he didn't do anything to upset me or make me cry

It's just... I started crying.

Maybe it's a bit of stress triggering my emotions

Maybe it's a side effect of my medicine

Maybe it's the lingering effects of my period

Maybe it's the depression that's been starting to take hold of me and settling in my mind.
Making it harder to find jokes to make about it and forcing me to go back in time to good memories that have become bittersweet since now that times are a-changing, they won't happen anymore..

Maybe it was just the picture's I was looking at in Vincent's art book, and the cruel realization that most relate to me too damn well.

Maybe I'm just the same old sensitive dork I have been since my childhood.

I don't know.

But whatever it is, I would like for it to stop..

..

I'm happy that I have this book for ranting, making jokes, and fessing up to things I'd rather not share with my friends.

Because you readers read it, relate, and go on.

It's the idea that someone knows and understands that counts.

My friends aren't good at that.

Maybe it's time.. to make a few more.