One time when I was in 5th grade, I found out that all of my friends were talking bad about me behind my back. When I found out, all I wanted to do was take the hall-pass to the bathroom and cry.
Cry.
Cry.
Cry.
But I didn't. I held it in and acted like I didn't care and saved it til I got home. When I got home, I screamed as loud and as hard as I could into my pillow.
And I felt so much better.
It turns out, this method still works wonderfully today. But it kind of makes me feel like a crazy.
5th grade Kaleena was brilliant.
Cry.
Cry.
Cry.
But I didn't. I held it in and acted like I didn't care and saved it til I got home. When I got home, I screamed as loud and as hard as I could into my pillow.
And I felt so much better.
It turns out, this method still works wonderfully today. But it kind of makes me feel like a crazy.
5th grade Kaleena was brilliant.
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