Bend over harder

There should be a crying booth in crowded places. Or even on trains. With a set of cuddlers inside. People who cuddle. Like, in shopping centers, train stations, schools. When you gotta go in a public place...when you feel the waterworks pushing your eyeballs, where do you go? Public restrooms are even sadder, and if you occupy them for too long, people hysterically come knocking on your door. And there are no cuddlers inside. Besides, why call them restrooms, if you can't really 'rest'? So then, should you run off home and cry on your own? Or on your bff's lap? Or: "Hey, mom & dad, I'm gonna sit on your couch and cry for the next couple of hours, okay? And then I need you to hug me, okay?" Nope. Cause people don't want to be bothered with your stinky tears.  That's why you need crying-booths. Tear-boxes. Sobbing-cubes. So you can release the eye-flow, get yourself together, have someone give you a pat on your back saying: "You're awesome, you'll be fine.", pay €1 and then walk the streets fresh and relieved. Okay maybe €2. I'd pay €2.