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Crying was always something that never stopped for her. Every day, at least once, it doesn't matter the amount, she would get overemotional by something and start the water pipes. At times it felt like she couldn't even control it, and she'd just cry and cry as if something was forcing her to.

If she got what she wanted, she'd cry. If she hated something enough, she'd start crying. Whenever something scared her, she would cry. If someone hurt her feelings, she'd cry once again. She would even hurt her own feelings with situations that have never happened, or if someone accidentally said something wrong. She would remember every bit of it, think of it again, and start crying. Such a little crybaby she was, it's surprising she wasn't dead by now. It is said that humans can die if they don't have enough water, but she was living proof that it was false.

Really, she never means to cry as much as she does. She never means to come up with these sad, fake, and never happening scenarios in her head. It would just happen, then she would start breaking down. It'd be a damn mess to see her if said things really did happen to her. God knows how she'd react, how she would react emotionally, verbally, mentally. Physically.

Pills were both her friend and her enemy. She never enjoyed taking them, yet she was always too scared to do anything else. Knives, guns, physical pain at all, she couldn't take it. If she could stop the pain, she hated it. Though, if the pain was on the inside, and couldn't be stopped. That was another story.

She was a strange one. Either way too happy and cocky, or worryingly depressed and quiet. She wasn't hard to read, and almost anyone could see right through her cute little lies. No one really questioned why she did it. No one was ever too worried though. That's how she liked it, and one day she hoped no one would care at all about her. Though apparently it was impossible with how likeable she was to most.