Just got home from Panama with Chris again. We were only there for about an hour this time though. It's nice to sit outside and not even talk. Just sit and feel comfortable. Apparently I'm a good person to sit with. That was a strange and yet oddly wonderful compliment.

Before he picked me up, I sat outside on my porch. It was so beautiful outside and so quiet. I just started crying really slowly. I don't know how explain that. Just that dull ache behind my eyes and then a pool of water in the bottom of them. Then slowly trickling down. It was a good cry. Then Chris came and I completely stopped. It almost re-energized me, to have that quiet, slow release of tiredness and thoughts. Sometimes crying is just a way to release emotions, regardless of whether they're good or bad. That's my opinion anyway.

Sometimes I get angry about the stupidest things. And other times I allow myself to be hurt by things because I try not to over-react to them.

C'est la vie.

There was a scene in the movie where Andrew said to Sam "I feel safe with you." At that point, I felt so lonely.

I need a really good hug.