I hate emotions. Well, that's not true. I like certain emotions.
I know, thats kinda bad, but still.
I am a female, and emotions are doubled for me. (I come from a very emotional family) And I hate it.
Hate
Hate
Hate,
Hate it.
Hate. It.
The tears, the saddness, the depression. I hate crying. I hate it, especially when I can't help it. I don't even have to be upset, I'll just start crying. I hate it.
My little brother has it worse. Which is odd, since he is male, but it's probably in our blood. I hate his crying too. His face gets red, his cheeks like two big tomatose pushed against eachother after a rain storm.
His eyebrows cave in, and his eyes get red.
Me? My nose gets red and my eyes get watery. My voice doesn't crack, which I sonsider a blessing. I'll be in a verbal fight, and yelling, I'll start crying and my voice is stilll loud.
I hat it when they sorta blubber when they cry, like they start talking while their crying andit sounds all watery. It makes me think of bubbles.
But I still hate them. I wonder if I can put them in a test tube and throw them over a bridge.
