What doesn't make me cry? I'm so tenderhearted!
Singing Holy, Holy, Holy at church makes me cry in a good way.
Remembering the day Brandon died and how I hurt for Susan, still makes me cry.
Seeing strays on the side of the road, knowing I can't help them. I want to rescue every stray dog I see. One day, I hope to have a shelter for rescued dogs where they can live happily ever after.
Being ignored makes me cry.
I hate not knowing if I really mean anything to someone I care deeply for. That makes me cry.