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Crying At The Movies

The Notebook: One movie I refused to watch because I knew I was going to cry. I first read the Wikipedia plot and that by itself made me cry. Every time I see the movie I cry no matter what. To forget the people that you love the most can be one of the worst things that can happen to people. Their pain and love is so real it affects me personally. It's as if I'm there.

This had me thinking... That is not the only movie that makes me cry. Any movie with emotion makes me cry. Movies are fine.. Books? Books make me cry too! I just can't resist. To think of it, good music makes me cry!

That's the only reason why I avoid going to the theatres to watch movies with sad endings. It's embarrassing to cry at the movies. This is also why I consider it a gift from god to be able to find a friend who doesn't mind crying at the movies and to top it off cries with you and doesn't judge you.

Am I being too emotional? I'm not sure. Is it healthy? I think so! Sometimes I end up being thankful for what I have in life. It's so refreshing later seriously. So what's the point of this blog.. Nothing I just had to write it down, I LOVE crying at the movies. I love that I'm able to feel what the characters feel.

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