It the past few months I think my hormones have kicked in.

I just finished watching Love Actually and I'm bawling like a baby.

THIS DIDN'T USED TO HAPPEN! I never used to cry at movies! I left that up to my friend Sarah who could cry at movies at the drop of a hat.

And now I'm a sniffly snotty mess because of this silly little British movie.

I didn't cry when I lost my job, I didn't cry when I got the email from my dad on Sat, but now I can't seem to stop crying.

I fucking hate my ovaries. Who wants them?