I wonder why I can feel so content and then be so hungry, why I feel loved and then feel abandened, feel happy and then feel sad, feel pure and then feel tarnished, feel smart and then feel dumb, and so much more it might take all night to express.
why cant I be comfortable enough with myself to be honestl with others?
why cant I let people know the other side of me, the real side?
why cant I be truthful with myself and accept myself completely?
some of the things i ask myself why about.
It seems I've been one to ask a lot questions ever since I was a child.
They probably started out with the usual ones, "why is the sky blue?", "why don't we fall up?", and that sort of thing. Most adults were able to come with reasonable...
Why would individuals state what is suppose to be "meaningful words" right to your face and don't necessarily mean it?
Like for example, the words "I Love You". Indivduals would look the persons in the eyes while saying these words but not...
Why do I get myself into situations that are hard to get out of? Why can't I just say no to people when I truly mean no, instead of not wanting to hurt anyone? What about how I feel? Why can't I be a tougher person?
we judge people by their outer wrapping?
The outer wrapping is so much like the paper around presents.
At Christmas and birthdays it is hardly noticed to get to the gift inside.
In society it is relied upon to determine so many things to the exclusion of the person inside...
well actually i ask myself why most of the time. Nothing is simple to me. When i was at school i was always the kid that wanted a deeper explanation of things. This is blue the teacher would say, but why is it blue i asked!, why does it have to be blue, its only blue because you...
when people ask for help, or for someone to talk with. And when you do! They say thanks ... and I feel ... well I feel like whatever I say is not what you really want to hear. So then why ask to speak with someone when you don't even want to talk in the end! I have my own demons...
I ask myself why I do the things I do, and I don't always have an answer. Like I barely know myself. But at the same time I do know myself, I just don't always know why I act the way I do. I'm sure there's a reason, and I'm just hiding it from myself...
Every time, I do something that I thought was going to have a good out come and turns out bad; I ask my self why?
Why does it happens to me?
What did I do to deserve this?
Why is my life is such a mess?
Why is my life like this for?
Why do I make not so good choices...