Am I Mulan?
I cried tonight. One of those ugly cries. And NOTHING happened.
I literally was about to eat fried chicken and I burst into tears.
I have this reoccurring daydream where I win the Oscar for playing Mulan (Ya, I know how it sounds.) My speech is an emotional train wreck of depression and struggle yet I get a standing ovation from the Hollywood elite because of my rawness and the society loves me because I'm relatable.
(My daydreams are apparently pretty intensive)
Anyway. That was what I was thinking about when I started to cry. The thought of winning an Oscar was fake but the exhaustion was real.
I'm gearing up for a very busy December, after a pretty stressful November, after a financially straining October. 2017 is seriously the worst. And I'm saying this after thinking 2016 was the worst. Seriously, WTF.
Now I'm listening to slow jams, after drinking a glass of wine.
I'm in a mood now.