..are horrible things.
I mean, they’re a part of life. And a necessary part of life, that. (I mean, can you imagine if no one had any emotions at all? Can we say “dull”?) But, still, how about everyone else have emotions and not me?
I go through these roller-coaster rides of titanic proportions with my emotions. I can wake up one morning and be absolutely bright and chipper . . . and by the end of the day I’m in a state of depression and my cheeks have veritable ridges carved in them from the tears coursing down my cheeks. I hate it. I hate myself when this happens.
In other news, I’m rereading A Tale of Two Cities and loving it as much as ever.