Sometimes I look back at things and ask myself why.
Why didn’t i do something sooner?
Why didn’t I end it before it became such a deep investment?
Why did I survive?
Why have I not died yet?
Why do I have the people in my life that I do? Both good and bad.
Why do I do a lot of the things I do? Because I can? Because I feel the need to? Because I want to feel something? Because I want to feel nothing at all? Because I don’t want to show weakness? Because I’m afraid to grow up?
Why do I have these fears and worries? What good are they doing me?
The biggest question of all is why do I care about those who don’t care as much about me?