Movies that make me cry

I always tell people, I laugh really fast but I cry fast to. And I do not lie when I say that, I don’t need a lot to start crying. When it comes to movies I really don’t need much, just the sad ending will get my tears flowing over my cheeks. People always laugh at me when I go to the movies, one minute I am laughing and the next I’m crying.

One of my favorite movies is the Green Mile, a guaranteed cry for me. What about you? What movies make you cry?

And in case you need to cry, here is the ending to the Green Mile, and some other scenes from sad movies. Grab some tissues!

Six Word Story

"He was right, so she left"

Misinterpretations

Emotions don't only come to show when we talk to someone, I could be transferring a lot of emotions right now through writing. I am sure that you all have had moments where you text someone and that you get an unexpected reaction in return. This means that the other person has misinterpreted your message and did not get the emotion you were trying to transfer. The internet is filled with mistakes like this. I will show you one I thought was hilarious:

Misinterpretation can happen quickly and bring along a lot of trouble. So read something at least twice before you react like this, or ask what he meant. In this case, the relationship might have been saved if she had just asked: "What do you mean?"

Young emotions

The first emotion I can remember is sadness. This might sound very dark and grim, but it's mainly because I was a clumsy kid. I fell very often and got injured (not badly), the little drama-queen in me couldn’t stop crying! I just had to have a towel that covered my wound so I didn't have to see it! Whenever I would see it again I started crying. Touching it was forbidden and talking about it, do you really want to go there? I remember it very vividly, I was about five years old and I was playing outside, on the grass, but on the end of the soft grass was a stone path. I tripped and fell on the stone path, ripping open my knee. I hopped on home and when I saw my mother I started crying so bad! I sat against the wall for at least an hour holding my knee with a towel to cover the wound. No one was allowed to touch it, mention it or see it, not even me. It is a bit funny when I think about it now, and I have to admit I still am a drama-queen every now and again. What can I say, I am a very emotional person.