This was my face every time I got a nice e-mail from a colleague or student saying
"I will miss you next year Miss Wells"
Let the inner monologue begin
"I'm fine, you are not going to cry Lauren..."
"...it was just a lovely message from a friend or student,
making you realize..."
"...how much you under-appreciated people..."
"No-no! Stop it Lauren! That is not helping!
If I just smile once more everything sad will wash away and I will feel juuuuusssst right..."
...nailed it.
The crying that is.
I lost it (like seen above)
more than once a day.
Pathetic?
Perhaps.
How many times did I lose it?
I can't remember exactly....
it was all a BLURRRR of tears.
"Lauren, you are a red-hot-mess. Pull yourself together woman!"
(this was me TRYING to pull myself together)
It lasted for a whole 30 seconds before
I went back to crying like a baby.
(as shown below)
And the truth?
I didn't care because I kept thinking...
"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to so
BACK OFF sensible Lauren and let the Emotional Lauren
cry-it-out!"
So...yeah.
That's how I ended my three years in Dhaka.
Crying like the biggest baby I know.
Word.
Who took these shots of you? Well-timed? or was it a camera? :)
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