I walked into a public toilet, crying.
There was a woman in there, who I had never seen before.
I looked at her, but turned away, ashamed and closed the cubicle door.
After a while, she asked, "Excuse me, are you okay" and I answered, "Yeah, I'm fine". She told me she was going through some stuff too and that she knew what it felt like and for some strange reason, I felt comforted as through everything was fine. I don't know her name or anything but she was a good person. And there should be more good people out there. I'm not sure if I could have asked a stranger if they were alright, I would have felt intrusive, but I'm glad she didn't. So now, everything's fine and whatever I was crying about is irrelevant, because in all honesty it was hell stupid and I only made a fool of myself.
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