Why can't I just make myself be happy?
Why can't I seem to at least reach contentment?
Why can't I clear my head?
Why can't I completely fit in?
Why must I feel so many things?
Why am I uncomfortable everywhere I go?
Why can't I find home?
Why is life so damn confusing all of the time?
Why can't I concentrate?
Why can't I tell people how I'm really feeling?
Why aren't I a better person?
Why am I me?
Why do I feel so lost?
Why can't I have answers?
Why can't I see where I will be next year?
Why am I so complicated?
Why do I feel so misunderstood?
Why do I fail so much?
Why is life my weakest point?
Why am I so uncertain about everything?
Why can't I find any stability in life?
Why do I feel like I keep drifting farther away from the person I really am?
Why don't people take the time to truly get to know each other?
Why am I here?