By that, I mean, if I'm crying in the car on the way to school, I'll control it and turn it off. Then, I'll walk into school, act normal and happy and stop crying. I do this often, to be honest. Cry my ass off in the car, then get out, wipe my face, straighten up and go to school as if the last 10 minutes didn't just happen.
Not today. Today was different.
I got out of the car, still crying, couldn't help it. Just kept crying. I went into school, still crying. It was more of a teary-eyed, letting a few tears fall down my face type of cry. Not a wailing, bawling cry. But whatever. I go into my first period, still crying. I wiped away my tears and just sat there with my head hung low. After a few minutes of that, a friend walks in and walks over and hugs me. After they simply said my name is a sad, concerned tone, I immediately broke down. Full-on, loud, bawling tears. I couldn't even control it. Once it started, I just had to let loose. Of course, this is after everyone's in class. We left and went to the bathroom and I cried there some more and fixed myself up. (Thank goodness for waterproof make-up; no, seriously.)
I went back to class and surprisingly, nobody said anything to me. I kind of appreciated it. I wondered if anyone said anything. I wonder if people even talked about it. I mean, it's not every day some kid randomly breaks down. Especially when that kid is ME. By that, I mean, I'm usually the smiley, laughing, giggly, giddy, out-going, loud, seemingly happy girl. (I fake it well.) Then to have me crying like a baby might have been an odd sight. I don't know. That's just what I would have thought.
*sigh*
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