Spilling it

Write about a time something spilled...sounds like a silly prompt: right until you try it.

When I think of something spilling I think about emotion. Sometimes I get myself into situations where my feelings are overflowing all the way onto the floor and into the hallway. Sometimes they are good, but it seems for most human beings it is the pain that spills out the most. Like most girls, I occassionally get super sensitive when I drink copeous amounts of alcohol (haha!). Last night was one of those nights. All the tears I cried could have been deep enough to swim in, that is what I was doing: swimming inside my mind. And some people may look at this as something sorrowful, but once I spilled out my whole life, I have never felt better.