Why is it that when I don't know how to do something I get so frustrated?
Why can't I just accept that I either can't get it, or that to get it will take lots of work?
Why am I so against work?
Why don't I have to drive to do something really, really, really great instead of just good enough?
Why can't I figure out what stuff of mine IS really, really great?
Why do I constantly judge myself up against others?
Why do I allow their successes to bring me down instead of just celebrating with them and for them?
Why do I always have breakdowns or start crying on the days when I'm made up in my best clothes and did my eye makeup perfectly?
Why can't I just enjoy life without worry about what it is and why we're here?
Why can't I just either do things or ignore them?
Why am I so filled with doubts?
Why do I have to QUESTION everything when I KNOW I'm not even going to get a ******** ANSWER?
Why does everyone want to shape me into a leader?
Would I be happier if I stopped rejecting calls to lead?
Why do I have so much hormonal need coupled with so much shyness that I'll never act on it?
Why don't I do thinks simply because I want to and not for other people's approval?
Why do people always ask the same questions?
Why can't I accept simplicity when it's THE VERY THING I WANT?
Why can't I tell people "I like you" or "you're the most beautiful thing I've seen in a long time" or "I'd like to hold you hand as long as I possibly can"?
Why don't I know what I want to do?
Why do I cry so easily when music plays?
What wisdom have I lost from my childhood that I supposedly used to have?
Why does the world ******** us over?
Why can't I appreciate it when the world hands me the most wonderful things ever?
How many questions have I asked in this rant?
