I get irrationally sad sometimes.
I’ll wake up some days feeling completely drenched in sorrow for no discernible reason.

When this happens, I bury myself in books. I read The Time Traveler’s Wife, Little Women, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Looking for Alaska, and most recently, The Fault in Our Stars, depressing, heart-rending books so that when someone asks why I’m crying,

at least I have an excuse.