Originally posted by: SagaLore
Last time I cried, was when I dislocated my index finger knuckle and the two parts of the knucles set on top of each other. Then I cried again when the doctor put this six inch needle through my hand starting close to my rest, so he could reset the joint.
That was when I was 10 or 11 I think... I did just about shed a tear near the end of The Grinch, but no full weeping there.
Originally posted by: Red Dawn
When Bambi's Mother was shot..or the last time I caught my Johnson in my zipper,I don't remember which.
Originally posted by: Red Dawn
When Bambi's Mother was shot..or the last time I caught my Johnson in my zipper,I don't remember which.
Originally posted by: GirlFriday
Originally posted by: SagaLore
Last time I cried, was when I dislocated my index finger knuckle and the two parts of the knucles set on top of each other. Then I cried again when the doctor put this six inch needle through my hand starting close to my rest, so he could reset the joint.
That was when I was 10 or 11 I think... I did just about shed a tear near the end of The Grinch, but no full weeping there.
I'm crying from reading that. 🙁
Originally posted by: Swag1138
Originally posted by: Praetor
Originally posted by: Swag1138
The flame inside my heart is gone
that part of me that wrote those songs
the part that made me want to smile
the part that made me laugh a while
Sorriness and apathy, these are now my friends
nothing good within my sight, there are no means to my ends
There within, once burned desire
but I lost the hope to fuel the fire
To shed a tear for what Ive lost, I try
just to find find I cannot cry.
Where's this from?
I wrote it.
Originally posted by: Praetor
Originally posted by: Swag1138
Originally posted by: Praetor
Originally posted by: Swag1138
The flame inside my heart is gone
that part of me that wrote those songs
the part that made me want to smile
the part that made me laugh a while
Sorriness and apathy, these are now my friends
nothing good within my sight, there are no means to my ends
There within, once burned desire
but I lost the hope to fuel the fire
To shed a tear for what Ive lost, I try
just to find find I cannot cry.
Where's this from?
I wrote it.
Good stuff.
i.e. last year?Originally posted by: SithSolo1
It was about 3 weeks ago when I tried to think of what life would be like if my parents weren't alive. I cried for about 2 hours and then I fell asleep.
I also remeber that I cried for a few hours after reading the end of Where the Red Fern Grows. I called my friend and told him but he thought I was a pussy, I didn't care. That was what, 6th grade?