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Things to Think about When You Feel Like Crying in Front of Someone Who Treated You Like Shit:

 (A list for those times when I'm feeling weak in front of the person who wronged me. Why, yes. I am still angry and hurt. What gave that away?) -Bubbles -Grammar rules -Spelling rules -Whether or not Dumbledore deserves all the hero worship (Spoiler alert: He doesn't.) -Multiplication table -Disney movie synopses -Plan out your outgoing message for your voicemail -Kesha -Rihanna -Possible new hairstyles -Food -Past concerts -Future concerts -Past trips -Future trips -Favourite words -Exit strategy Don't ever , ever , ever ,  ever  think about them. Don't acknowledge their existence. Don't remember the happy times. Don't reminisce about how cute they are. Just... don't. Because when you do any of these things, you're sure to cry and that's never a good outcome.

It's October 17 and today is a phenomenal day.

At the risk of sounding like a person who's miserable and surly all the time, I have to say that I am in the most happiest of happy good moods. Little things that usually crawl and fester under my skin -- mistyping a word ("teh" is a common one for me), or chipping my nail polish -- make me giggle. I laugh at every little thing. It is impossible to irritate me today. Again, I am not a miserable or surly person. I'm usually in a pretty good (to mild) mood. But today... oh my gosh. Today, I feel a happiness from within me that's radiating out from my smile and infecting everyone around me. I'm excited. I'm smiley. I'm dancing in my chair! This is the kind of happiness I really feel only on rainy days or when I know something incredible is going to happen to me (the day of a party or when I know that I have plans with someone I really like). And it's not a matter of me questioning the good fortune of being this ecstatic on a day like today, but

It's pretty obvious (to me) that I'm in a weird funk right now.

Maybe it's a post-Montreal-awesome-trip-time kind of funk. Maybe it's a writer's-block-is-the-worst-mind-fuck-in-the-world kind of funk. Maybe it's an I'm-sick-and-have-been-fighting-something --  headaches, colds, body ails galore -- kind of funk. Maybe it's another funk altogether -- a funk I don't really want to delve into because doing so would force me to admit something I don't want to acknowledge. Whatever it is, I'm feeling blue and I don't know how to fix it. *pterodactyl noises*