There's two types of falls. Eyes shut. Eyes open. There's no more bravery in one than the other, it's just whichever gets you through it.

Is it fair? Who knows. Can one have only the good deviations from the mean? You don't get to pick and choose how you're different.

Shit happens. You were going to waste your life glued to a computer screen anyway. Maybe now you'll go the fuck out. Get out. Now. And stop crying like a little girl. You're a statistic. Deal with it.