I have no patience for tears.

It's not that I don't cry, because I do--a fair amount, actually. It's just that when I do, I do so in the privacy of my own room. I'll have none of this public crying nonsense--tearing up, yes, but full-out crying? Not so much.

I had a bad day yesterday--both of my sisters were bitches to me, and it was just a bad day in general--but I did not cry until I was alone.

Today, apparently, sister A. is having a bad day. As the outburst of tears would seem to say. Maybe it makes me a bitch or cold, or whatever, but crying and bawling and carrying on irritate me. Go do it in private--it's not something I should have to be forced to watch.

I know, I know--I'm a bitch. I should have sympathy and empathy and all that...