today i gave a strange lady that was holding her baby kitten a cigarette for free.
her name was Minah...
she started a conversation about how she couldnt go home in fear of a pregnant lady choking her kitty. She began to cry, and for some reason, feeling connected to her story, i began to cry too. i suppose the 15 minutes of us crying really let a lot of my emotions go that i've been holding in recently. i thanked her, threw my cigarette butt away and walked back to the office.
sometimes, you just need a good cry.
no matter how good things can "seem", everyone has a story.
9:51 p.m. - 2010-09-29
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