I know that feeling. I’m usually very happy, but since Asher died, on Monday, I’ve just been down. Which is to be expected, I guess. But it’s like one minute I think I’m okay, then out of nowhere I’m crying. It’s rough growing up. But all you can do is try your best not to let the sharp edges of life cut you down too much. I don’t know if you like to write, or anything. But that always helps me. Best of luck to you, and I’m here if you ever need anyone to talk to.