and so my mom made me hot cocoa...

My mom made me hot cocoa
after I cried the residue of my tears earlier this afternoon.
Maybe I was tired,
maybe I hate what I did,
maybe I wished I'd been mean and out of contact
not the one who raises her hand for quick help at any second,
maybe it was my period,
maybe I deserve to cry for all's sake.
I was walking to my faculty to drop the remaining unclaimed graduation gifts my religious community prepared
when I ran into my friend.
I could only gave a hopeless smile.
I was going to just pass by and made her wonder,
but I stopped at her side and received her hug.
I cried.
Sob.
Weep.
"It's like I'm holding a big baby!" she said while I still held her tight.
I told her as much bits as I could let out in the midst of my sobbing
of why I became such cry baby.
Actually, I didn't know why I cried myself;
it was the maybes and combination of them all.

then my mom made me hot cocoa (of my surprise)