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?