The best place to cry is the shower.

My timing is never right.

May 3rd, 2008: I didn't cry until about 20 minutes after I got the news.

I always almost cry or cry when I think I did something wrong, made someone mad or just feel guilty... even if it's not that big of a deal. Maybe this is due to my upbringing; not being a rebel has its heartaches too.

When I heard my best friend say that their opinion of me changed and didn't know what to think of me anymore, that was one of the first times a friend has ever made me cry.

i love crying because tears cleanse the soul... they make my face salty but make me feel so much better.

To look deep into her eyes, say the words I longed to say, and make her cry was the greatest joy that I felt.

They were tears of happiness.

I remembered a dream I last night. It was a dream where I was with this guy whom I've been very much attracted to over the course of the year, but I haven't ever had the guts to go up and even talk to him. In the dream we were in love and we kissed.

It was the best dream ever.

I'm scared to talk to him because I'm a guy too. What if he's not gay like me?

I hate being gay sometimes.

I want to say I think I love him, except I don't even know him. I can at least say he's the cutest guy I've ever seen.

Only one period of my life had I made my dad cry. I was a newly minted teenager full of rebellion. I must have dissapointed him real bad in order to make him cry.