it's always great to have tears running down your face in the movie theater.
even more so when you have to suppress a sob because you know it'll be loud and obvious if you don't. then a quick walk back to my car and a drive home, firmly holding together a frown to keep everything in.
then some regret that you got the medium soda, because theater medium is huge, even if it's still too small for being $5.75, because now you super have to pee when you get home.
finally, there's the point where you realize you need to wipe now, because a new sob is coming, and you probably shouldn't bawl on the toilet.
crawl into bed, hug body pillow, stuff kleenex at face, cry for ten minutes straight.
i guess what i'm saying is that if you can (it's not in a really wide release, and never will), you should go see "when marnie was there."
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