Sometimes I want to cry.
Sometimes I can't cry.
Sometimes I cry and my family calls me a puss.
Sometimes I don't and they call me a hard ass.
Sometimes I cry in front of my friends and they leave because I cry too much.
Sometimes I don't cry in front of my friends and they think I'm okay.
Sometimes I'm okay and they are still there for me.
Sometimes I need someone to ask me if I need to cry.
Sometimes I just want to cry.
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Sometimes...
Non-FictionThis book is a collective of things that I want to do sometimes. Think of it as a vent book. Photo by me. Edit of photo by me.
