Not used to being an emotional wreck yet.
I was sitting on the bus on my way to school after a sleepover with ma. She called me and said she could take me to school. ah well, already on my way. bye.
STILL the tears go to my brain, luckily I have enough force to suppress them while laughing at the thought "I want my mom."
sitting in Math class with friendal Debi.
the figure is $277,037.76
my small Asian math teacher says "277 thousand and 37 cents and 76 dollars.
I lost it. me and Debi silently giggled. okay.
BUT every time I looked at Debi I started laughing and I couldn't hold the volume down. It felt like a disease. I laughed myself to a runny nose and an "are you okay?" from my teacher.
I do not like the lack of control of emotions. Every second Sunday becomes more daunting.