Boo hoo hoo

Right then, about that crying at the most ridiculous things.


I don't know what's going on, but the older i get, the more stupid stuff makes me bawl like a baby. It certainly hasn't always be this way - as a child I refused to cry over ANYTHING (I was the only teenage girl in the cinema with dry eyes at the end of Ghost) but lately I don't only cry over spilt milk, but I cry if there's only one carton of milk left on the shelf and it doesn't have any milk buddies to keep it company (they'll be coming to take me away soon!).

Recently, my friends and I were serenaded by a guitarist and a harpist whilst on hols in Spain and I turned to my sister, said "that was so beautiful" and burst out crying.