Everyone who knows me long enough knows that I'm no cry baby. At all. On the contrary, sometimes I wonder if I have feelings. It's really rare for me to cry watching a movie or when I'm sad. Even when I want to, sometimes I can't. Maybe it's a blessing, maybe it's a curse. It could be a blessing, because not being too emotional helps me act with my brain more often. It could be a curse, because not being a cry baby means holding feelings inside frequently, and some days it kills you inside. Maybe not being a cry baby is some defense mechanism created by my brain so I won't show my weaknesses. So I won't show the real me.