sometimes I hate being me.

"Nothing is ever as good as it was
And what's good for your soul
Will be bad on your nerves if you reverse it"

I was laughing in my dreams. Me, Fiddy (cent), and a Doe (a female dear) were getting our picture taken together. And then just moments ago I'm secretely crying at work. I hate that I can't control the tears that well up in my eyes. Whether it's from sadness, anger or nervousness. I don't like to cry. I wish I could have my tear ducts removed but I know I'd hate having to manually lube up thee old eyeballs. I've taken medication for it even, it's part of my anxiety. Nothing works. I feel like a big baby, and I hate that people can have that sort of power over me. Granted this time no one knew, but I knew and that was enough to piss me off.