When the crying spell hits, I have some control over it. It's fine when that happens in a privacy of your own home, but in public like when I'm at work, it's not acceptable. At times, this emotional hurricane comes out of nowhere, I try to avoid anyone or anything by searching for places that I can be alone. Any noise, touch or even smell could set me off, all I can do in that situation is to put on my headphones and blast some music and ride it out. It's like this natural disaster of the century are waiting to engulf me from every which direction. Oh, there goes another tsunami warning, yup, my defense goes up to a defcon 1, call the pentagon for nuke strike (my anger)and, I just brace myself. (I don't use bathroom for refuge, I don't particulaly feel safe there.) I'd be so volatile, fragile, a complete mess, so expect the unexpected.

Crying is a danger zone for me, for your own safety and mine, I expect everyone to stay the F away when I'm like that.

Long ago, I used to cry over my sadness, inadequacy or whatever along those lines. I'm through with all of that...at least I hope that I have as much control as I think I have over those useless outburst. Strength. That's probably the only good thing you can take away from, so find it and get the **** out of there ASAP. I don't wanna dwell too much for just cleansing feel effect. Then I think what's the purpose of us crying? The purpose of me crying? I still haven't figure that out yet.