I've got this problem with crying...

Once I start, 

I can't stop.

And what makes it so awful is

that if I cry and longer 

than five minutes

(which of course I always do)

my eyes swell up like a boxer's

for at least twenty-four hours.

I've tried ice packs.

I've tried the cold cucumber cure.

I've even tried raw steak.

But nothing works. 

Ever.

So when I've been crying, 

I pray for sunshine

because if it's cloudy out

everyone keeps asking my 

why I'm wearing my sunglasses, 

and I get so embarrassed

that I start to cry.

and once I start, 

I can't stop.

What My Mother Doesn't Know pg. 32

Now don't go around thinking that I put this up here because I'm depressed or crying my darling blue eyes out every day. I'm doing no such thing on any kind of regular basis, because when I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story. (Sidebar: I've thought from time to time that maybe I should cry a little more often. I've been told that when I cry my eyes turn a really pretty shade of blue green. Something to consider. Could help solve my lack of boyfriend issue.) I did have One of Those Days today, though. Those days where all you need is a really good, hard cry to make yourself feel better. Blame it on that extra X chromosome or something, but there are just days where crying is the only thing can release all of the...the...ness for lack of a better term...that builds up inside. It's akin to a pressure cooker. Crying is one of the best release valves around. It's right up there with driving really really fast and throwing soft things at people who bug you on the release scale.There are just some days where nothing particularly terrible has happened, but you just need a good old fashioned sob session to feel like yourself again. My only trouble with this is that, much like Sophie in above poetic masterpiece, my eyes swell up like a boxer's. Good thing I don't really care what other people think of me, right?