Well.. just now I just published a post about the recent disaster happen in Padang, Sumatera Barat in my primary shelter. Full of crying watching the parents seek their son, daughter, children. People who were and are trying to find their relatives under the destroyed-building. Deeply condolences of mine are dedicated for those view so I just have no power more to watch any program in TV about the disaster. Full of crying.
As well as me, full of crying. Why is it this hard to stop this habit? Really, it's really hurt to find that I am still weak for this case. Me: a sobbed sister T_T. Me crying for looking the disaster, and me crying for looking me weak. Anyway I am blessed to have this room, so I can cry comfortably.
And one other thing: I really love to cry, sometimes. Whatever the first reason of me when crying, it always ends to a good point to improve the hormone inside my mind. At least, that's what I think happen to me every single time I finish crying.
Tears must have advantages.
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a bunch of thanks for spreading your hand into your keyboard ^_^