Let it out.

Because I am sad.
Because I don't want to withhold my lugubriousness.
Because I want to be emotional, once in a blue moon.

I play my swearing scene repetitvely, in my imagination.
Imagination, because it's safe. (And I can practise in different tones.)

Curiosity. Everybody seems so happy, every minute.
Peer pressure. It makes me fragile in the presence of any unpleasant post-puberty sorrow.
Reassurance. I want to see your indignation.

I want to know we're normal too.