Sunday, February 23


I just feel like crying. Like crying and wearing a hoodie. To be warm and held by the fabric and cry. To cry like a Korean drama actor, letting the tears well up in my eyes until the spill out and down my face. To cry without worrying how I look. To cry to let it out. To let out this hurt. To let out my discouragement. To let out all. 
But now, tears don't come. Praise the Lord. Wouldn't that be awkward and strange? This Katniss-dressed girl crying in the middle of the Barnes and Noble cafe, surrounded by people. Oh, gosh. Lord, save me. Help me do homework, I pray. Hallelujah. Amen. 

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