why?
Why is my father not rich?
Why is my rich, almighty prince charming not here yet?
Why do i have to work?
Why do i have to put up with crap?
Why do people insist on doing things that r wrong knowing clearly that it’s wrong?
Why is it so difficult to knock sense into people?
Why do people change?
Why do values change, for the worse, as one grows up?
Why must i give in?
Why must i be the one to bear it all?
Why can’t i be the one that’s protected n taken care of instead?
Why is it so easy for some people to simply be so selfish, brattish, childish, impossible?
Why do some people not have to worry for life while im worrying every second of my life abt every freaking thing in my life?
Why is life so unfair?
