why?
what a strange life i have.
sometimes i just wish i didnt have it.
why do things have to be so difficult sometimes?
why do they annoy and intrigue me at the same time?
why do i act so well?
why do i contradict myself?
why does it hurt when i bleed?
why am i afraid of the blood?
why am i such an idiot?
why am i so dumb?
why am i so foolish?
why am i not foolish enough?
why do i fear?
why am i so insecure?
why do people tell me what to do and how to feel?
why do they not understand?
why must i carry on?
why do the days sometimes drag and sometimes move so fast?
why cant some things take place?
why must some be the way the are?
why are some things just immposible when they tell me nothing is?
why?