Dried Tears

I never cry these days; it's like I've grown out of it. They make fun of girls by asking guys, "When did you last cry?" and there response is something to the effect of fifth grade. Meanwhile, us poor unfortunate girls have an answer similar to last week, a few days ago, and sometimes.... last night. It truly is unfortunate that most of our emotions are tied to tears. We cry when we're happy, sad, frightened, mad, livid, hurt, surprised, or even when we have Pissed at Men Syndrome. (Why yes, I did just make a Last Song reference.) However, I'm not entirely like this. You see, my tears refuse to come out until breaking point. Normally, I'd say it takes a lot for me to cry, except for once it's been built up...something ridiculously little will set me off. I tribute this to the fact that everytime I cry, I'm always tired and hungry. Regardless, I found myself in near soundless sobs sprawled out on my bedroom floor. Okay so sprawled might have turned into hugging myself listening to the same song over and over and over and over again. But my pathetic situation is unimportant. The purpose of this post is merely to... well I haven't quite figured that out yet. It comes down to....please let graduation come soon!