Sandra woke up with a banging headache because she cried herself to sleep the other night and she blamed herself the whole night because she could not just place her hands over what was going on with her.
"Do you want to explode with a lot going on?" Sandra says placing her hands on her head because the headache was hitting her up.
She dropped her hands away from her head and she stares into space plainly because she doesn't even know what to do.
She doesn't know how other people would react if they were in her shoes but she knew crying was out of the option and she always was going to do that again.
"Crying over a spit of milk, no, that's not my thing," Sandra muttered slowly but remembering her situation her eyes can't help but be filled with tears. What was she to do, seriously?
