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I find that as I get older, I'm quite a bit weepier. I never thought myself to be someone that cried often; in high school, I usually only cried about once or twice a month. Now, I cry often and at just about everything. I'll cry over commercials, cute animals, elderly people. I can't help it. 

It isn't uncommon. In my Sunday School Class, a lot of people confessed that they cry a bit more as they get older. I'm just not sure if it's because I'm so tired that I can't control my emotions or if I'm older and more aware of negativity in the world... Or maybe I just am a very teary person now.

Either way, this is a nice way to say that I was overcome with emotion in the shower just now and had a little cry while sat on the edge of the bath. And, like most other times that I cry, it was over absolutely nothing.

catch you later,

Karleigh

“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.” // Charles Dickens, Great Expectations