I get it.

I really do get it because I've been in that same exact spot. A lonely spring night, homesick and wondering how much longer this cloud will last over my head. I've been the girl staring at Facebook messenger hoping to see "read" instead of "sent" only to be reminded he probably doesn't care. The tears came faster than you think, so when I say I get it; I really do.

To the girl crying; pick yourself off up the floor. You work too hard for your money for it to be wasted on expensive mascara that runs down your cheeks in a trail of gray. You are too beautiful to cry on a rug that hasn't been vacuumed in seven weeks while the world continues to dance around you. You study too hard to give up education because life got too much.

I'm not here to say that life will magically turn around and all your problems will be solved. I'm not going to say, "life is so beautiful and this darkness will pass you." I'm not going to fill you with motivational quotes that I found on a Facebook page. I will not glamorize this darkness that surrounds you.

I will say this instead; life sucks. Classes will get rough, you'll forget about assignments, you will miss home. It's unfair, it throws curve balls, it kicks you when your down, life will destroy you in a second. College life sucks. No amount of happy songs, artistic Wordart quotes, or Netflix will save you from the wrath of life.

Here's the way it always seems to work, like a bruise, life gets worse before it gets better. This darkness looming over your head is not the end.

Crying your eyes out on a Thursday night with your phone on silent is not the end.

Opening a bottle of cheap wine and hoping that you remember to set your alarm is not the cure.

Is it a guy that made you give up? Does he live 76 miles away and never call you anymore but you dream of him every night? So you listen to Fleetwood Mac because Stevie Nicks has the voice of an angel but every song reminds you of him. Are you replaying "Dreams" every second the day because there is just one line that speaks to you, is that what you made you cry?

Or is it a project that you can't handle and now you want to quit school because you have no idea what you are doing. A 20-page paper single spaced that you forgot about?

The cold, dorm room floor is not your final resting place. Do not give up now and let these tears define you. You can continue to cry, threaten to drop out of school and become a stripper. But Girl Crying, you are stronger than that. Do not give up, do not throw this all away because of one bad day.

Pick yourself up off the floor, you are too beautiful to fall to this darkness.