sometimes?

sometimes i cry. eric benet. as depressing as this song is--i LOVE it.

anyway. 
me? i cry ALL the time.

matter of fact, i JUST got through crying. this evening/night took a weird turn. i won't get into all the details, because to be quite honest, they're irrelevant. (in real life though? i DO details--irrelevant or not;)).

but in short- earlier i was feeling irie, just chillin you know? one of my best girlfriends has (or is it have? i really do not know. imagine that!) been going through some things, and we had been communicating all day about it and i was being that good, supportive friend that i only know how to be (hopefully). another girlfriend of mine and i had decided we were gonna hit the streets tonight. just because. but then she ended up feeling sick, so that didn't happen and honestly that was totally okay. you have to take care of you first.
it was ESpecially okay because somewhere in between all of that, I started feeling some type of way. like sad. or alone. or something. but i don't REALLY know why. i mean, i had started thinking about "stuff"--just life stuff and i guess it kind of got me down. i started thinking about my current situation, "him", my grandmother...just a whole bunch of STUFF. stuff that i really cannot control, to be honest. stuff that my numerous glasses of sangria cannot and will not take away...just STUFF. then i started to cry. (it don't take much nowadays folks). weird right? i can't explain it. then i started tweeting real "deep" "abstract" "only makes sense to me" type stuff....weird.

i have a friend. he's not a "frieeeeeeend friend" but you know, he's a 'friend'. we've been friends for a REALLY long time, so i reached out to him because that's who i wanted at that point and time while i was going through my weird, unexplainable "stuff". but he was unavailable. (point of clarification: it wasn't "boy" and if you've read "boy meets girl" already, then you know the significance of "boy". and if you have not read "boy meets girl", then read it!). anyway so "friend" doesn't live here (in chicago), i reached out via telephone. and that mofo was STILL unavailable (didn't answer, didn't text back), so he was like for REAL unavailable. i was disappointed and sad, and thus started to cry harder and drink more.
>>people have lives chic *reprimand to self*<<

ok so i've suddenly forgotten the point of this post. honestly.
hmmm...weird.
but i kinda feel better.

okay, so eric benet cries sometimes. i  cry ALL the time. i wanted to talk to my friend. and i miss "him" ("him" equals the ex, not my friend and friend is not "boy". did i lose you? hope not.), and that's all i really remember thinking when i started this post. sorry folks.

no more sangria.