One of the most desperate things to do in the world is to blog about how sorry you feel for yourself about crying over something so trivial. Or maybe that's just second to announcing to the world how you feel so sad and hopeless you just want to cry it out - and go on about how your tears are falling so hard they're washing the letters off your keyboard. Which is good, we can use some drama sometimes. Also, it's important to purge out self-pity, fear and sadness (and madness) occasionally. Of course, we don't want to make a habit of self-deprecation, right?
So here I am, crying my heart out, wishing I could cry enough tears so that I could drown (you) in them. But it is all oh-so-pointless. I mean, come on, I can bet that there's got to be one million others who's got it just as bad, if not worse, than me. And for that one million they each know that there's another 'one million others' who are suffering as much as they are. Compute.
Therefore, it's totally inconsiderate to act like the world is falling down on you, because, quite literally, the world won't stop moving even if you cry and whine and die while doing it. What's done is done. Gulp down water, wash your face or take a bath, hug your pillow and pray for a good night's sleep. It's never nice to go to bed mad or sad.
So the apple fell from the tree and there's no putting it back. Think of it on the bright side. You can eat it now. (So you said something you want to take back but can't. Eat your words, then.)
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