A shoulder to Cry on.

For anyone who's ever had one of those Daniel Powter Bad days before, I honestly sympathize for you. Cause I know how crappy a bad day can be. Like somedays you're just like all cheerleader peppy. Two, Four, Six, Eight, Who do we appreciate? Not you! Not you! Me, Me, ME! But then other days you're like the crash after an energy drink, and you're crying sitting on the bathroom floor totally clueless, and you're just like, "Dude, what the hell is wrong with me today?". Honestly I have yet to find a cure for this socially murder of a disease. But you'll live. Oo0o0o..That sounds mean. I *Meant* you'll be fine, as long as you have a shoulder to cry on. I'm not encouraging anyone to do anything stupid like draw anttention to yourself by making up some stupid fantasy pity story. I've tried that, and it just makes you feel guilty, and your friends feel obligated to act like they care for a good solid 30 seconds. You can't do anything to stop tears from falling down your face. Like seriously, what's worse then crying in a bathroom? Not crying at all. Then you'll end up as some mad psycho who cries and hyperventilates every 3 days because you just couldn't..."let it out" when you needed to. Sometimes it's good to just...vent, because of something that happened and you never really realized how much it actually hurt you, until the waterworks started leaking. And I just love LOVE like OBSESS over how much I love hearing " Are you okay? ". ESPECIALLY when I'm not. It's like they can see right through you, and past your mask and who you're trying to be. And it makes you feel so relived, like you have someone to lean on. Like someone who will *try* to catch you while you try to commit suicide by falling from a 23 story building. And they'll feel better that you landed on them, instead of that nice, fuzzy, cozy, plushy-ful pillow right next to you. When they ask you if you're okay, when you are, it makes you feel like you're cared about. Someone cares about you! They love you! Stalker Fan Club whoopee! The point is, never let an oppurtunity to lend a shoulder to cry on, slip by.