Not Proud Of ItI hate to admit it, but I'm kind of a crybaby. It's not like I'm spoiled or anything, because I always had to work for everything and I grew up with poor parents, but I do have the ability to whine. When things aren't going the way I planned them in my head, I tend to get nasty about it. Disappointment isn't something I handle very well, and it often shows.
I'm also prone to unnecessary crying. It's pretty easy to make me cry, since I'm not famous for my emotional stability. These aren't things that I'm proud of, because I'd like to be the kind of strong, well behaved woman people admire so much, but it is true. I can go on and on about the same thing and completely forget whether it was really worth the trouble. I've been like that ever since I was little. My parents must have gotten their grey hairs from me.