a short story about a teary-eyed girl

i didn't understand it back in the day, when i was younger, simpler. i didn't understand the nature of people.

i didn't understand that if you're flat enough, people have the tendency to walk all over you, without even blinking twice.

i didn't fathom that shedding tears over everything meant nothing to people around you.

you ask why.

and i tell you, life is a race, and everyone is after the end of the tunnel, a goal, and they will reach it, no matter what it takes.

but i still kept on crying until i partially understood, because i still chose to see the good in people.