Why did we stay up at 2AM talking to them when we could have gotten a good rest that we really deserve? Maybe we cared too much. Why did we continued to care when we knew they weren't appreciating the efforts? We were blind. Blinded by the lies that we created for ourselves knowing the fact that they didn't give a flying fuck about it.
Why? Why? Why?
I guess most of us were trying to give the happiness we didn't have to the people that we thought deserve. They didn't. We thought giving them apart of ourselves will make them happier but it turns out we just lost ourselves and parts of the remaining happiness we had.