Sometimes I really hate myself.

I wish things didn't happened at all. That's impossible, I always believe things happened for a reason, but sometimes I wonder what are the reason are and why must this even happen? I hate myself for not being strong enough. Whenever I see my mom cried, I can't control. Why can't just everything start over again? I know that once gone, are gone forever it won't come back again. Nobody will understand how I feel. I really wish someone could hug me tight and cry together with me. Anybody? Please. I doubt none.