Crying is so weird. I didn't cry at my grandmother's funeral. I didn't cry after my father died except for at his funeral. And yet the tiniest little thing can set me off? I just cried over a fucking youtube short. I cry over books all the time, I wallow over books sometimes, but family?.. no. I cry thinking about my dog dying, but I don't thinking about my mother or my sister. Is there something wrong with me?...