I don't think I cry that often, nope. I don't cry when I'm physically hurt. If someone hits me I just get mad and hit them back. It's quite relieving, almost like crying . . . in a way. I guess. Yeah. Ummm . . . but, yeahhh. Last time I cried was a couple weeks ago. I couldn't find anything, and that's 'cause I can't ever remember if it's at my Mom or Dad's house . . . and I hate unorganization. I'm not used to it. Very nerve-racking, not for Cece.
I used to cry all the time for no reason, back in the day. That's 'cause I was . . . I don't know. Something to do with, something. Yeah. I used to cry when my Dad drank, heavily. He'd get all mad and stuff and drunk, and he'd yell at me and my brothers for no reason. Not the best few years of my life. That was a long time ago, when I was 3 or 4 or 5 or 6. After that he got sick. He was sick for 5 or 6 years. And I was depressed. I remember, 'cause there's no period of time when I'm not active, and it was around Christmas time, and it was basketball season, and I was about 11, and that's when I got really good at basketball, and I don't know. It was strange, how everything came about. That was when I was really social and became bad. Yep. I hung out with more people than I should have. Then basketball was kinda like . . . okay, I don't care. I don't wanna play basketball today. I don't wanna go to practice again. Depressing stuff, guys. Now my parents are divorced. And I'm convinced my Dad's in the mob. He randomly comes home with huge-ass amounts of money. I guess that should make me happy. I don't know.
That is all.