I don’t know why I cry so much over things I can’t control - things like people disappointing me or when they go against their word (because I am a woman of mine words) or when they hurt me after apologizing for the same act just moments ago. I don’t know why I keep trying when there is no moving these mountains anymore. I’m out of strength and out of hope. I cry for people, in moments of genuine bliss and happiness for others, or I weep for their suffering much more than my own. I cry when they’re hurt but the world can only frown and move on when I stumble. Sometimes I hate the fact that I feel so much, so often, for so many - leaving me with all these emotions and there are no longer any empty spaces under the rug to sweep them into. Not even an open crevice left. It’s my fault for growing too attached and too reliant on people but to me, friendships are an investment and I’ve given my all into each and every one of them. Especially the people I consider my family but in the end, people move on and they attain their happinesses and I’m still here figuring out what more I can give, what else there is to hold onto. I’m tired. Being sad is tiring. Being disappointed just drains the light out of me.