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Sunday, November 12, 2006 Dear Diary, I'm not sad, but I cry regularly. I'm not depressed, I'm actually in a good mood with happy thoughts. But I cry regularly. It can be a commercial, a song, a magazine article, or an offhand comment made by someone within my earshot. Its just like someone pulls the stopper and for a minute I can't breath, tightness floods in and I can't fight the tears... or I don't want to fight the tears. I can't fight them anymore, I'm to weak. I'm not crying for anything in particular, but whatever it is it feels extremely personal. Last night I was reading an article in 'People' magazine about a soldier who was seriously injured while in Iraq. He proposed to his high school girlfriend before going overseas, but the wedding had to be postponed because she spent a year by his side in the hospital. First in ICU for months then in a rehab hospital. He had lost fingers on his right hand, half of his left arm (and his whole hand), his ears, nose and eye sockets. The plastic surgeon sculpted him a new face enough so that he can see, breath, talk, and eat normally... but he came home with a prosthetic nose, ears, and arm. He refuses to wear the prosthetic pieces because they are to difficult to glue into place. He told the reporter that he kept telling his girlfriend that she didn't have to marry him and all that, but of course she did anyway. (I say 'of course' because usually these stories in magazines go in that direction.) They had pictures of their wedding, and you could just feel her love for him, and his for her. 'People' interviewed interviewed him and his wife, she said that she always seen the man she fell in love with, and has gotten use to his new look. The article was intense... and of course I cried. But even if I wasn't so moody right now I would of cried. Songs on the radio trigger me too, oh and don't forget those movies that tear my stomach up from fighting back tears. Geeze I'm such a dork. I do have some hormone stuff (that I'm not going into here) that could be why I am so emotional right now. Plus it would count for the other stuff too. Mom reminded me that I have gone through this before, so I am trying to wait it out. Labels: Dear Diary  
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