I'm very sadness and I'm sad also 'cause there is people in worse situation, and I sadnees for stupids things!!

I hear you. What you're carrying right now sounds heavy in more than one way — not just your own sadness, but also this weight of feeling like you *shouldn't* be sad because others have it worse, and maybe a kind of shame about what's making you sad in the first place. That's a painful place to be, isn't it? When your own hurt gets tangled up with guilt about having hurt at all. But I want to gently say something: sadness doesn't work like a ranking system, where only the people at the very bottom have the right to feel it. Your heart doesn't compare itself to others' pain before deciding whether your pain is real. A small hurt is still a hurt. And the fact that you're feeling it means something in you needed to be felt and heard — not dismissed, not measured against someone else's suffering. When we do what you're doing — telling ourselves we shouldn't feel sad about "stupid things" — we end up with two pains instead of one. The original sadness, plus the loneliness of thinking we don't deserve to feel it. We become our own judge, and judges are rarely kind. What if the sadness you're feeling, whatever it's about, is actually trying to tell you something about what matters to you? Even small things matter. Even "stupid" things, in the way you mean them, can touch something tender inside us. If you'd like, right now, you could just name one thing — just to yourself, no judgment — that's making you sad today. Not to fix it, not to prove it's "valid enough." Just to let it exist for a moment without arguing with yourself about whether you deserve to feel it. Sometimes that small act of permission is where something begins to shift. What's on your heart?