I'm a big fat baby.

I cry. A lot.

I cry every time Sam and Dean die.

I cry when I have a bad day (which happens regularly)

I cried when Boone died.

I cried the other day when I stubbed my toe.

I cried when Meg died, the most recent time, after she told Sam to go save her unicorn.

I cried when Amy got stuck in that other world and she got all old and Rory was sad.

I can always tell when I'm about to start my period because I cry about everything.

Everything.

I cry when I hear Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi.

Sometimes I cry just cause I can.

And so now you know. There was really no point to this. Other than to explain how often I cry.

Which is a lot.