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      There are two things that I go to whenever I'm sad.  They calm me down, and help me settle down and break down.  As I do these things, it is easier to cry and try to understand myself.  I am not ashamed of saying that I cry sometimes.  To be honest I don't really want to be seen as weak, and I always put others before myself, I rather deal with my problems with myself and not put worry on other people.  Not like they care anyways...  But that is why I feel these moments where I can break down are special because I don't do it a lot...

      One thing I go to is music.  Emotional songs help me because it reminds me of hardships everyone goes through and that really helps.  I'll just listen to those songs and 7th ink about life.  I think about how it's okay to be sad, and that it is okay to cry.  Music also reminds me of my life, and life that I want to live.  I want to be able to Rise Up, I want to be able to catch a grenade for somebody.  I want to be able to love myself.  When I say lives that I want to live, I don't mean the ones who talk about money of constant lovers.  I am talking about those who talk about their hardships.  I am talking about those who try to help others through their music.  And those who talk about success.

     Listening to music reminds me that all people go through these things.  I like how those people have enough courage to share their experiences towards other.  Recently I found out a star saved a fan from killing herself just by a cover, and to me that shows how powerful music can be.  I feel like listening to music can take me out of an all time low. 

     Music is just a break from all the hardships life brings, and I am glad for that.  I can tune out the reality for some time that forget about my pathetic life.  I just get trashier and trashier each day.  To be honest I don't mind being trash to anything.  I do admit when it comes to things I am a fan of, I get on full fangirl mode, but hey, I don't really care.

     Like no one knows this stuff but myself, but I decide to write it on  here, wow.  Did anyone catch my references? Anyways this is part one of two or three.

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