I've shed a few over a couple of choice books.
And maybe I got a little misty-eyed during some soul-reaching Taylor Swift songs.
But all in all, material things just don't do it for me.
What does is my own frustration and stress. At weak times it all becomes just a little too much and the smallest thing can set me off. So I'll hole up in my bedroom, but for loss of a lock, sometimes my bathroom is the place of retreat.
But thankfully it doesn't happen often. We're all good.
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