
Not often, I feel like it has to be something actually sad for me to cry. I’m not sure the last time I cried, nor the last time I laughed. I don’t rly keep track of that stuff. Haven’t cried for at minimum the last couple years as far as I can remember. I cried when I saw a Syrian refugee toddler wash up on a beach dead bc he reminded of my little brother around the same age back in middle school. I think I def cried after that but I can’t rly recall
My life is nice and I’m generally an optimistic person so I haven’t found much reason to cry tbh, or at least hold on to anything seriously saddening enough for me to remember. Ts broke my heart though, like there were all these horror stories out of Gaza that I might have cried at and can’t remember, but this one, it’s burned in my mind for some reason even after all these years