Crying at FCCJ

I am sitting here at the FCCJ library listening to a woman cry. It seems that she is having a bad day, and sitting at the computer next to mine. Every time I get close enough to see what she is doing the computer, she looks at me as if I am spying. Yes, I am spying, but if this bitch is disturbing my hard studying then don't I deserve to know what all the fuss is about? Did her boyfriend dump her? Did her grandpa die? Maybe her dog is sick. Whatever the problem is, I want to know. Then I think to myself, I could sit at my computer and cry. Im sad. I could probably come up with a few tears to shed. Are my problems any worse than depressed girls sitting next to me? Are hers worse than mine? Probably. I keep coming up with possible problems she is having, each one is more troublesome than the next. Is she over reacting? Maybe she got a B on a test, and she deserved an A? Either way, why do I care and why is it my concern? It isn't. I guess I am just nosey. Charlotte.. you are a lunatic at best. I guess that I have come to appreciate poor crying girl at the FCCJ library. She is making me realize that everybody has problems. Who judges whose problems are worse? God. I guess that is the only answer. On this rainy Tuesday I revaluate my life and my problems. Crying girl has it worse than I do, I honestly believe that. So as I have been feeling sorry for myself the last few months, I am hoping that today that will change. At least I am not crying at the FCCJ library for all the world to see. This girl must have it pretty bad. Now that I am done typing this blog I just realized that maybe this girl just wants a little attention. Me too bitch. Me too. To all you girls crying out there (especially in public places) suck it up! Grab yourself a tissue and wipe those alligator tears away. Life could be worse, and I think it is about time we all (including myself) realize that!