Crying In Your Room.

I went crazy for a little while last night, like legitimately crazy: crying over my headband slipping, crying because the boy was making a funny face at me, crying because I didn't know why I was crying. It was exhausting.

But I felt better afterwards.

I didn't think I was really stressed, but maybe I am and it just hasn't caught up to me yet. Social studies project is going well. We did paper mache yesterday, as we are in the process of making 4 pinatas. And we painted the mural wall, or at least the first layer. My partner's boo was there, and he listens to interesting music.