I wish I always understood what makes me tick. Sometimes I feel like I’m living out someone else’s life. Sometimes, I just cry and cry and cry and cry. I cry because of all the mistakes I’ve made. I cry because it hurts and I can’t tell anyone why. I cry because people think that I shouldn’t and that hurts. I don’t even have to push the tears out… they just fall. Lot hot, salty balls of emotions (#giggidy)… but yeah. I cry because I’m too old to be so affected by stuff, but the truth of the matter is that I still am. I cry because I’m not always sure that what I do is the right thing. I cry because I worry about my children and how they will fare in life. As a matter of fact… I’m crying right now…