Oh dear God, I am a crier.
I cry when I'm happy, I cry when I'm sad; in fact, I teared up the other day when one of the moms up at the school mentioned that she knew the family who'd been killed in a car accident here recently, leaving a toddler alone in the world without his parents and sister.
Hell, I cry when I am angry, which pisses me off because it makes me look weak. Oh, I hate that!
Oddly enough, it is at the times when I need to cry the most for that release of emotion, that I can not cry at all. Irony. How nice.
But yeah, I cry at least once a week over some stupid, sappy honeysuckle.