I cannot imagine going through any important teenage years without crying. I was a dramatic mess, which should surprise exactly no one.

You and Sares are giving me so many reasons to watch FMA! by which I mean you cried and it gave her ~feelings~, both of which are pretty strong recommendations.

I do not at all judge you for having to pull over and cry to Blame it on the Pop. I have done the same for, ah, Disney musicals at eight in the morning. Yeah, I don't know either.

Do I need to see A Very Potter Musical? I started and then got bored and wandered away, and I am not sure if that is some kind of sacrilege.