on the subway, actually.
i'm starting to think all things in new york eventually come back to the subway.
i was that girl, in the corner, folded in on herself, falling apart.
someone handed me a stack of fast-food napkins, that's how bad it got.
but the tears were sweet and deep and when all was said and done, i stood up, climbed the stairs out of the station, and felt the cool, night air on my freshly-watered face.
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Go to Alice's Tea Cup. Buy one slice of every cake they sell. Eat them as you soak in the tub. Feel better.
P.S. Remember that tomorrow is Easter and that you will see signs of new life all around you. It will be a good day.
It's good that you let it out, Meg. Now your renaissance can begin! :)
Remember.
There are only two rules.
sometimes crying is the best remedy. :)
How cathartic.
I hope the fast-food napkins helped and that you got something heavy and stifling out of your system!
I've been there before, on the 7 train. But it feels so freeing when it's over with.
Oh man, crying in public (when no one knows who you are), can be sort of lovely. Just the mysterious sad girl in the corner who needs some fast food napkins.
I used to cry in street, walking home from class all the time (school was a little traumatic for me some days).
Crying in front of people you know = total humiliation/nightmare
sometimes a good cry is just what you need.
a good cry is always much needed.
it's easter :) indulge in all the chocolate you need/want! xoxo
I know what you mean about needing a good cry sometimes. Sometimes I'll listen to sad songs or watch sad movies and just let them wash over me until the tears bubble up to the surface. It's cleansing.
Hope you're feeling better now.
Sometimes a good cry is the perfect solution. Hope you feel better.
I love your blog...
And the fact that someone on the subway handed you napkins is huge in my book...usually those subway riders keep to themselves...
What's great about New York is that someone handed you those napkins - here in Toronto, everyone would just pretend they didn't see or hear you. There's some comfort in the acknowledgement you got, somehow.
It's cold comfort but there you go~
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