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Ahhh. I'm so sick of being an emotional mess. 
Why is it that I can cry at the drop of a hat.. or before?
Seriously. 
I cry about anything and everything. 
Happy things, sad things, funny things.. everything. 
It's not that time of month (not even close) and I'm not pregnant. 
So what's my problem? 
Anyone?

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  1. Sometimes a girl's just gotta cry, and boys need to learn to wipe the tears! You have A LOT of things going right now so just take a deep breath, hold it... (not til you pass out) and let it out. You are probably sub conscientiously preparing for the next big change in your life. There is a point in between called LIMBO and it's usually an uncomfortable place to be but you will learn so much from it, if you let it.
    I'm sure that mixed in there is a bit of sadness to leave your "Honeymoon Island" and the major lessons that you learned there. The good news is is that you get to take those lessons with you on the next leg of your journey.
    It will all work out, just have faith that it will and let it happen.
    I love you!

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  2. It's hawaii. I swear it'll do that to ya. It's just overwhelming to be so far away from family and it's especially difficult during the holidays. Crying is just the easiest way to get those feelings out. I cried all the time the last few months before we left. But you're SO close to coming home!! :) That oughta stop some of the tears!!!

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  3. I agree with Jess. And maybe stress? Stress just ruins you :( I'm here if you need anything!!

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