Listen, sweetheart. 

There are things you should cry about. And there are things you shouldn't cry about.

You cry because plants grow. Cry because somewhere, someone had their first kiss and is still weak in the knees and dizzy from the whole ordeal, and probably will be for a long time after.

Cry because the color scheme in that one movie was on fucking point.

Cry your heart out because your favorite character cried their heart out.

Cry because you just made the best piece of toast of your life, and cry because one day you'll do even better.

Cry because it's finally November.

But sweetheart, don't cry over boys.

Don't you dare waste your salty emotions.

Right now you could be marveling at the staggering number of stars! At the endless possibilities! Think of how many humans have looked at you and formed their sugary opinions!

Don't cry because that boy doesn't like you the way you'd like him to.

Don't cry because she's straight and you're not.

Don't cry because he likes your body but doesn't want to hold your hand.

That's ridiculous. There are stories to read, candies to taste, new people to give chaste kisses to.

Cry because plants grow.