Pathetic

If there was one takeaway I got from Elizabeth Gilbert's book Eat, Pray, Love, that would be her guru's advice "not to fall apart all the time or else it becomes a habit." I took that piece of advice so seriously that I hardly cry over anything anymore.

Yet, every once in a while, this camel's back breaks. And the straw that did it this time: a photo of a person I haven't heard from in over a year. With another person.

Pathetic as it may sound but I cried myself to sleep last night. Probably, it wasn't really because I'm heartbroken about him. I'm already heartbroken; it just happened that it was his (and her) photo that opened the floodgates.