I had a breakdown in school on Tuesday in the deck.  So if you saw a girl in a black dress crying her eyes out, hi.  That was me.  At least Joachim and Bert were with me.  I think I shocked them a little, because I was really blabbering and tears and snot were just coming down my face.  I just couldn't stop crying and it got worse.  My falsies fell out, and Joachim said, "I never knew they were fake."  That sort of made me give a weird nervous laugh.  Don't you feel like, in the most tense of tense situations, all you vividly remember is the odd action, the one weird thing which happened?  And everything else just seems like a blur: what people said, what he shouted, what comforting words they said.  Instead you remember the weird thing, like how my false eyelashes fell out.


I'd been crying a lot this week, but it's way less than last semester.  Last semester, almost every Wednesday was difficult for me, and I was always crying last Wednesday.  I think crying does help.  Crying makes you feel physically better, because all those tears carry the negativity away from your body.  You might feel drained after a cry fest, but I think it's all for the better.  What also matters more is how you go on from there.  Don't cry anymore the next day.  Do something good for yourself.


Do something for yourself.