Yesterday i was tired up to the point of exhaustion.
My legs were wobbling like jelly trying to keep my body standing upright.
she shouted at me in Russian,
a language i can barely comprehend and cannot speak.
It was just the beginning of the day,
and my legs got tired-er and tired-er
and i wanted to tell her i couldnt go on,
And things just got worse from there on in as i tried to push through
the barrier of exhaustion.
And i cried.
And it felt good.
And it reminded of a quote from one of my favourite movies,
"but what do you do?
I'm not saying i don't cry,
but inbetween, i laugh.
I realise how silly it is to take everything too seriously.
Plus, I look forward to a good cry - it feels good"
The Garden State
so today i'm trying to laugh.