I cry a lot. Just about everyday, I think. I try to only cry in the shower if roommates are home. I cry at night in my bed, on the way to work in the morning and on the way back from work. Sometimes its for no reason, just a wave of sadness rushes over me. Sometimes its for my uncle, hearing a song he likes or just anything that reminds me of him. Sometimes its for my mother and the rest of my family. Apparently, its not uncommon from my father’s side, on depression. Maybe I’m just a sad person, too much happiness scares the shit out of me.