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I cried myself to sleep last night.

There's nothing more refreshing than waking up the morning after crying yourself to sleep. Even if your pillow has mascara stains on it and your shirt is soiled from wiping your nose with it, there's a sense of rejuvenation only possible after exhausting your body of fluids. The only thing I can compare it to is the freshness of waking up after sleeping off a migraine. It just feels so damn good to have the sun shining through the window, a new day ahead of you. At least, for a little while. Then you remember that you cried yourself to sleep and feel a little embarrassed by it. You hope your roommates didn't hear the muffled sobs and avoid eye contact. The last thing you want on this brand, sparkling new day is to have someone ask you if you're feeling okay because they heard you crying last night. It would be even worse if they timidly knocked on your door in the night, though. I mean, that would be the height of worse. But in the morning when you wash your face and put on some new mascara and eyeliner, everything seems rosier.