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It's amazing how quickly a mood can change. I hate that. I hate that I can become such a victim of the people around me. I was in such a good mood. I blow dried my hair tonight and even cut it a little--I was feeling fun and ambitious, so I gave myself some angled bangs. I turned up the music and danced in my bathrobe and I felt so good. Now I just want to cry. And, I sort of know why, but at the same time, I hate that I know why. Because knowing why means that I don't have to cry. I'm not really sad though. Because I know what's happening. It's weird. Wanting to cry and being sad, but at the same time, not really being sad. And being strong enough to know--even during weakness.