Feeling: bothered
Why do I do what I do? Why do I allow my heart to be shredded into tinty little pieces? Why do I get my hopes up about things I know will never happen? Why do I watch in silence as everything crumbles around me? *sigh* Am I that much a glutton for punishment?
I know the feeling....sadly....
... is it me?
No more than I am, I know exactly how you are feeling, I have asked myself those same questions so many times.