I guess I can cry more.

Because of my dream and my sore throat.

In my dream, I read an article about a person, like an obituary about a princess and a human who did her best, and I cried, and then I thought I moved on, but somebody gave it to me to read again, and they asked me a little tiny question about it, and I cried again. I cried more. It was like, I was supposed to.

I was supposed to cry in my dream. 

After that, there was a little bit more humor. Just some light stuff. It was kind of about setting boundaries with some immature men. Nothing too deep or too hard.