I hate crying, I absolutely hate it- mainly because when I cry, it isn't a few tears, it's a river of tears, and also because when I cry, it's usually not that sad (I mean it is for me, but in reality...)

when I was younger, my mother took me to a cafe called the happy chef. we had sausages, chips, and a cola

I started crying soon as I put the cola down (really going for it)

people stared, some even asking what's wrong?

what was wrong was that I'd finished my coke and it was time to leave

even when my mother said we'll come back tomorrow, I still cried

I hate how much I cry, and then how much I just sit around crying, going oh I miss such and such so so much

and then the really odd bit?

I'd attempt to remmidy it by repeating the activity that's making me sad, and even though I'm crying going I'm missing it, I'm missing it etc, I'll do it and not care for it

that's what makes it weird