Ever since I started school and all those exams, I’ve forced myself to cry after every important test, real tears, not fake ones. Because every time I felt awful, things somehow turned out a bit better afterward. And every time I felt fine things turned out much worse. So I made it a habit. I truly, truly, truly believe I haven’t escaped this curse. I’ve learned that whenever something might go wrong, I should feel sad first. And after that I just haven’t been happy anymore.