Dear Tearducts,

If you could get a grip on yourself that will work for me. So far this week you have let loose:

Sat: In the middle of a bar
Sun: At my parent's house/in my apartment/brunch with gay bf
Mon: Talking on the phone to G/Watching the documentary "Telling Nicholas"
Tues: rewatching parts of "Telling Nicholas"
Wed: The steps outside of work
Today: At a coffee shop

Just because everything seems to be going wrong all at once and your reproductive cycle has decided to take on the wrath of a thousand suns this month doesn't mean it's okay to appear emotionally unstable to the patrons of Starbucks.

Sack up, bitch.
Stop fucking crying. What are you? A girl?
A