What makes me cry? Truthfully, very few things have that impact on me. I may hear or witness something profoundly serious and heartrending, even something that concerns me closely, in spite of all that, I very rarely cry. It has been years since I last cried involuntarily.
I mean; I don’t feel like I’m short of empathy, nor love for others. Sure, I may seem cold and decisive on the surface; but that’s just like a mask - a role I play in order to protect myself. It takes considerable effort on my part to let that guard down. And I expect the person I do it for to do likewise.
My insides are actually quite unstable and volatile, and I often feel like I want to rip my hair out or hurt someone when facing frustration. I can go for days, thinking and worrying about what some one has said to me or about me. Words sting the most I find, especially the ones coming from people I am close to and care about. So I’ll immediately start asking myself:
“Is this what other people think too? - Hmm. Must be.