Weep With Me, It's Biblical
If you know me at all, you probably know that I am not a crier. Yes, I cried every single day of second grade, but that's because Lilly Bushong was a jerk (hi Lilly, I know you're reading this). However, something about middle school and high school and life after I became a teenager somehow seemed to rob me of all emotions. I can't really remember the last time I cried. The girls on my floor make me watch military homecoming videos and animal abuse commercials in an effort to leak a single tear, but time and time again, I walk away with a sad feeling in my stomach and Sahara-dry eyes. My roommates always make fun of me because, well, to put it nicely, crying is a talent of theirs and they practice often. I love that about them because it shows that they are real. They are in touch with their emotions and they know how to weep. I sometimes envy the way they are able to just let it all out and cry. No matter how desperately I try to cry, I never ever can. I always bottle...