Because I was about due for one of those.

So, I'm a crybaby. Generally. I cry mostly during the following situations: during an argument, when I'm crabby, during an argument, when I'm crabby and also during an argument. I generally save my crying for the presence of company. Namely, The Fiance.

WHAT? He says, aloud. She doesn't CRY. (And that's sarcasm in his voice, friends).

Anyhow, I haven't had myself a good, solo cry in a while. A "Poor Me," "Life Is Too Stressful," "I Have Bad Hair," and "Seriously, Poor Me" cry. An effortless cry. No need to try. No need to clean it up. Just let big, ol' tears spill one after another, and run down my neck (which I HATE). No need to wipe the snot. Barely making a sound.

The Perfect Cry.

And I had it last night. And man, it felt GOOD. There really was no reason other than:

A) My apartment is a MESS.
B) I have TOO MUCH STUFF.
C) I HATE PACKING.
D) In T minus 12 days, I am homeless.
E) I don't know where I'll live come December.
F) WHY IS NO ONE LISTENING TO ME?
G) Seriously.
H) I'm hungry.
I) Shut up, Harley.
J) Dammit, I'm OUT of BOXES.
K) Two nights in a row I had dreams (nightmares?) that The Fiance dumped me. Heinously.
L) And if that happened, that would seriously make Mom SO pissed.
M) And now, seriously, I think he hates me. Secretly.
N) I'M STILL HUNGRY.
O) There's NO TIME to read my books!
P) Remember that part where I'm homeless in 12 days?
Q) DO YOU?
R) Someone HELP me.
S) WHERE is The Fiance when I need him?
T) Harley, get OUT of the boxes!
U) My head aches.
V) Shit.
W) My apartment is COLD.
X) ROOOAAARRR.
Y) Seriously. I'm hungry.
Z) $#%&*#@!!

And then this morning, I totally woke up refreshed. I'm totally over all of it. Mostly. Except my eyes were a bit puffy, and Harley was pissed I hid all of the boxes. Sucker.

Oh, I'm also hungry.