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After winter storm Grayson carried frigid temperatures all the way up the Eastern Sea Board this week, millions woke up to see several inches of snow piled up on the ground. Naturally, millennials took to Instagram, Snapchat and one (and only one) even took to MySpace. News crews flocked their surrounding neighborhoods to air people, young and old, playing in the glistening ice dust. Several minutes after, puddles began to appear where the snow was. "I may not be as popular during this time of the year, but at least I don't run after a little bit of heat," exclaimed the now disappointingly present water.

Some of y'all are mean. Let's get that out of the way right now. This isn't for y'all. Sympathy is easy when you don't intend on having any, smh. Ya soul need some bleach...just...dark. But for the rest of us with hearts, sympathy can be hard; not to feel, but to express sincerely. Most people have experienced some level of hardship in their lives. We go through things and come out of them changed in some way. Well, these hardships partially make us who we are and more often than not, we find that not everyone can relate to all of these experiences, which is fine. The problem comes when we try to converse with others about what we go through. This post is for the others. My go-to sympathy phrase is "I feel you." Can't pay your rent? I feel you. Your dog just died? I feel you. Loans piling up? BAY. BEE. TRUST ME. I actually feel you. The issue here is that I don't actually feel you on 66% of your trials and tribulations. So what do you say to th...

If you go to college and don't have at least one breakdown, did you really go college? October of my Fall Semester of 2015, I was a junior on the premed track. While studying for a genetics exam, I suddenly reached my limit and absolutely lost my mind. I very distinctly remember crying in a corner in the common area of my dorm where I was studying at around 3 am because the pressure had become too much. It wasn't just the class, or even being premed. It was that I had lost my way. Not knowing how I would get to my destination was not new to me, but not knowing what my destination would be is not something I was accustomed to. Ok, I wasn't Kim Kardashian meme-crying. It was a gentle "just rammed by pinkie toe into the side of the dresser but I'm a G so I can't let you see me in pain so imma turn my back real quick" cry. In that moment of weakness, though, I had a slight breakthrough. See, in my mind, I was going to drop my Biology major and go study actin...