I don’t even know why I’m typing this. It’s stupid, really. Just some dumb thing that happened today and I can’t stop thinking about it. Someone said something about my work, and it wasn’t even that bad, I guess. But it felt… like a punch in the gut, you know? Like everything I’d been trying to do was just wrong. I got that hot feeling behind my eyes and my throat started to close up and I knew if I didn't get out right then, it was gonna be BAD. So I just kinda mumbled something and ran to the bathroom, and then I hid in one of the stalls. The really narrow one, in the back. The kind where your knees practically touch the door. And I just cried. Like a little kid. It wasn’t even a proper cry, just quiet, shaky breathing and tears rolling down my face. I had to pinch my hand really hard, like we used to do, to try and stop it. But it just kept coming. I kept imagining someone walking in, someone from my class, and hearing me. Hearing me being… weak. It felt so shameful. Like, what kind of grown-up just cries in a bathroom stall over a stupid critique? After everything I’ve seen, everything I’ve been through… to fall apart over *that*? It’s pathetic. I just sat there for what felt like forever, just listening to the quiet of the empty bathroom. My face felt all blotchy and hot and my eyes probably look all puffy now. I kept thinking about how everyone else seems to just handle things, you know? They just take it and keep going. And I’m just… not like that, I guess. I always thought I was tougher. Better. But then something like this happens and it just reminds me that I’m not. And now I have to go back tomorrow and pretend like nothing happened, and I just don't know if I can.