Hah.

So today I observed that when I start out my day with a nice little session of crying my eyes out unabashedly in the comfort and solitude of my room, all the rest of the day I was able to be [somewhat] extraordinarily patient and tender-hearted and cheerful! I felt like it anyways. Maybe I should work this into my schedule? ;P It's an intriguing thought—the harder I cry the better of a person I become. Just thought it was a little funny. :] P.S.- Exactly one month today from my birthday! ^.^ So happy.