It is true, don't move me.

I watched it, and the tears went bang, down through my nose (is the feeling) and slept in my eyes till the end where I blinked and then didnt even touch my face, they splattered straight on to my chin. I did that twice in that film. And after I cry with joy I always seem to find something bad about it, in this case it was Amelie and the ending with the motorbike and her person, it made me so happy I wept and then so sad that I was missing out on that. So now, whenever I think of love I will cry. I make links like that. Cry - Love. Or the other way round. Or maybe, I just too delicate and complex for that find of thing.This is to cliche for me to say, but in that way - no one really understands me.I really need secrets. Maybe I have secrets but I have two sides and no one knows the other (nor me, otherwise I Would have secrets). I have no people I can share things like that with.I am never this emotional, just so the world knows today.