miss emma.

i woke up this morning to an unheard voicemail on my phone. don't worry, it was bambi from wells fargo, checking to see how i am doing. apparently my break down last week made quite the impression. 

i cried again today. it sucks, i hate crying. my face hurts and i look like a nightmare the whole rest of the day. as you can see. 

maybe i cried because i had to pay $25 to get two pairs of jeans repaired, when the nordstrom at mission viejo would've done it for free. stupid utards love to rip me off. 

or maybe i cried today because i've gained 5lbs of "love weight" since getting back together with david. i can't help it, the man feeds me so well. 

or maybe i cried today because i have 4,000 words of anthropological insight due on friday that i haven't started. oops, my bad.

or maybe i cried today because i'm going to start my period soon and my hormones are all over the place and i'm not crazy after all? not likely.

or maybe i cried today because i feel like everywhere i look there are happy, jolly, loving families and i simply don't have that anymore.

or maybe i cried today because reality is setting in that i am a big old adult now. a big adult with big adult problems. a big adult who discusses big adult issues like credit scores and obama's extension of the bush-era tax cuts and the benefits of a gluten-free diet. 

i don't know when this happened to me, but it did. 

i had to grow up over this past year, and i'm still not happy about it.