Cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

No, I'm not happy. Yes, I'm tired. Yes, I want to quit school. Yes, I want to punch a few of my professors in the gut, and say to their faces 'that's how you make me feel when you give this required workload, and you say it's for my own good but people tell me I look ten years older, and that's proven because I entered the casino to meet my parents and nobody asked me my age for the first time.' Yes, I am emotionally stressed. Yes, I cry often for the most common reason and sometimes I just need to let it out.

I've been hoping to avoid this situation by the thinnest and deadliest of margins. I can't wait for the day I can finally say I'm happy, because every ecstatic thing that comes gets even out by something depressive, double the weight of the city. Today, I cried over my uncle. It's the first time I've ever been to a burial, and it makes me anxious to see a loved one get swallowed by the Earth. I was doing my accounting homework all night at the wake, and the next day I was crying over this trending issue (because my aching feelings tell me it's still a hot topic) in this relationship JP and I never got over with. It's making us frail. It's been a year. Why can't I just get a grip?

and that's when he told me, 'we're crying over spilled milk'