Why is it that when I’m trying my best to be understanding and caring, the one I’m trying to understand is the one I understand the least at that very moment?

Why is it that because I care so much, the only thing a lack of understanding brings is intense sadness and/or frustration?

Why is it that the more I try to show someone I love them, the more crazy I make them?

Why is it that the most productive conversations sometimes are arguments?

Why do arguments have to hurt so much if they’re so productive?

Why don’t I know a better way to be productive?

Why is it when my brain is throbbing from pain that the tears that so desperately need to fall, won’t?

Why is it that when I feel a little better and my head isn’t throbbing so much, and I feel like I can go forward, I turn music on, and tears are triggered and falling all over the place?

Why is it that I’m always out of Kleenex when that happens?

Why is it that my head hurting doesn’t make me cry, but all the crying makes my head hurt?!

Why is it that things like this happen when I least expect them?

Why is it that something that may seem so small or unimportant, is so very very huge in my mind?

Why is it that I live so very far away from the people who understand me the best? The people who would trigger my tears just because they know they need to fall. Those are the people with whom I say “yeah!” and “I know!” the most in any given conversation. The people who would analyze things with me until the sun comes up and not think twice about over-analyzing things, because it’s just fun to pick things apart. It keeps brains happy.

Why did God make girls so #^<%!$% emotional?!?