BlondeCanadian
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I have trouble crying over my own problems so when I feel it all building up inside me I sometimes watch a sad movie... I find it easier to cry over other peoples issues then my own.. and it still feels good
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I feel, once again, like breaking down and having a good old cry, (these feelings come along a couple times a year when things get too much) but i only ever seem to get teary-eyed.
I feel that i want to bawl my eyes out but nothing happens, if i can muster a half dozen tears i'd regard it a success of some sort, i'm lucky to have a single tear trickle down my cheek.
The last time i had a proper cry was about six years ago when i fell in love with a guy in a requited way, when i told him how i felt, he was good about it but explained me and him couldn't happen because i had waited too long to tell him how i felt and that he had since got his ex-girlfriend pregnant and was getting back with her for their baby.
One of my sisters has died since then, and my problem was most evident during that time, my mum and other sister were in tears and yet i was like some emotionless zombie, i felt the only way i could cry was to force myself to. At the funeral, some music helped create an atmosphere which, combined with my family crying and my own thoughts, helped me to look human.
I really honestly don't know why i can't cry like a normal human being. Is it that i don't care anymore about anything? I certainly don't think so or i wouldn't feel like wanting to cry at all.
I just don't get it.


I cried like a baby at the end of that movie too!! It takes me a lot to cry!Watch the movie Marley and Me. I can't watch that movie ever again because I cried so bad at the end.
I think i can rule out a medical condition. It must be psychological if its not 'just the way i am'.









