I Hate Crying

Why is it possible to feel this way?  What purpose does it serve?  Why am I crying.  I feel like I don’t know anything anymore.  It’s never a matter of "yes" or "no" for me anymore.  It’s always so much more complex.  I can’t answer simple questions.  Why am I crying?  I’m not sure.  It’s not the thought of any one thing, but a collective, burgeoning weight that demands release in the form of teardrops.  I hate crying.