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Sometimes trying to stay happy can be really draining. Sometimes it feels really goddamn refreshing just to lay face down in your bed alone and cry your eyes out into your pillow for no apparent reason. Well, there are probably lots of reasons to cry but you kept trying to hold them back. But once you're done letting all that salty liquid run it's course, you realize that you actually do have a pretty decent life after all. And you try to let that keep you happy for a while. (Which, of course, can end up being kind of draining.) And so the cycle repeats.