Back to my origins

When I was little, I used to cry because I had a microwave, a lot of people were starving, and I loved to use it.
Now, I feel bad again because of things I can barely do nothing for, but whether I cry or not it doesn't mean anything, it doesn't change anything.

A girl crying because of the misery of the world, doesn't it sound pitiful?
but... should it?
Think again about it.