If you’re sad, you’re sad.
It’s funny. When you don’t look forward to birthdays, they’re always surprisingly pleasant. The year you decide to plan things out all nicely, everything goes to shit. Actually, I think that applies to anything. Basically, my day was brutal, and I’m crying over it.
I felt dumb for crying over nothing especially since my day was no Libya. My friend told me that you shouldn’t feel dumb for crying over little things when bigger problems are happening in the world. If you’re sad, you’re sad.
