Nine Billion Dollar Distruction

I just want to crawl up into a little kitty-shaped ball and hide from the world. I'm so sick of arguments and misunderstandings. My eyes want to drop tears, but I keep telling myself that I must stay strong. It's only just a minor thing, I shouldn't get worked up on it. But my eyes tell me otherwise. They want to let the water fall down my cheeks. I don't know why I feel this way, I was so happy last week.