So I basically had an emotional breakdown at work yesterday. It was crying-every-10-minutes-and-unable-to-gain-control-of-myself kind of meltdown. I asked to leave work early. Then I cried the entire way home contemplating places I could drive to that would make me feel better. I drove home and went to sleep. Sleep is always good when you cannot repress feelings the way they hit me yesterday. Some days I adorn my battle armor and stand tall against the struggle. Some days.. well some days I fall apart. A guy rejected me and it subsequently caused the cracks in my armor to expose all my raw parts. Theoretically it was bound to happen. I spend so much time letting things collect inside of me that anything could have caused the emotional leak. It could have happened because they didn’t have the right ice cream flavor at the grocery store. It could have been because I spilled my drink. And quite frankly, I would have it rather been an ice cream or spilled drink melt...
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