Monday, October 14, 2013
As a girl, if I was a crier, I would cry a lot. I often feel bad enough to cry. But I don't cry, nor do I wish I could cry. I hate crying. It doesn't fix anything. It just gives me a headache. I just go for a run instead. I've heard boys say doing physical exercise helps them cool off. It has yet to help me feel less emotional, but it's the only thing I can think to do, since crying isn't an option. It's not even like I want to cry and won't let myself. I can't muster up any tears. I just feel awful. So I do the only thing I can do. I pray. And remind myself of the truth. Only Jesus can satisfy. And I run.