The reason I cried was me and a bunch of friends were hanging at one of their houses. (Yes, I have a life.) We got into this serious in-depth conversation and we were all pouring our hearts into it, and I got to finally talk about how I felt about my parents' divorce, and the possibilities for my future.
To be honest, talking about that shit with them felt good. It felt really good, man.
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