Sympathy?

What is it about human kind that makes us crave sympathy? Do we describe all our troubles in detail to the strangest of strangers to make ourselves look strong? Does it really help us get through anything any better?

No clue. All I know is I want everyone to feel sorry for me right now. Haha.

It is 5:15am, and I have been up for a couple of hours now. I woke up because I was sick and in physical pain. But I think I stayed up because I couldn't stop thinking. At this point the Tylenol is starting to kick in and the heating pad has started to soothe aching muscles, but my brain is on.

I want to go to sleep.