Crying on a Saturday Night

I don't really have many healthy outlets for my feelings. I kinda just let them happen to me and wallow in them. The worst part is that the anger and jealousy and pain and sadness I feel aren't really that valid, but yet I feel them. It's not valid because no one owes me their friendship. I just want to scream and cry and let the tears roll down my face because it's freezing cold and I want them to be a permanent fixture on my face so that people can see that I'm hurting and I still hurt every day in little ways even though overall, I'm doing better than I ever had here.