Today I have cried like a baby. Bawled my eyes out, got hiccups and red bags under my eyes and a sore throat. I think this was longer in making, this pent up frustration and anger, and even some type of sadness resting underneath the surface - calmly and in a deliberate wake for the moment when it would all come rushing out.
Oddly enough, the day
(
Read more... )
Comments 6
Reply
Reply
It's wonderful that your story helped someone. Reaching out through your work is one of the best things anyone can do.
Reply
Still, you're right, sometimes you just have to do it. And I felt so honoured and touched that I just bawled myself out. It makes a bit proud too, and definitely gives me a firmer belief about being a writer, either a proffessional one or half-time one.
Reply
Reply
Still, Titanic? People in the cinema around me sobbed, and bawled and gasped and chocked. I did the same - only laughing myself to death. I swear I just laughed and laughed at the end. Don't know what got into me, but it was funny as hell.
Reply
Leave a comment