Why.
Why am I still here?
Why am I still struggling?
Why do I do the same things every time?
Why do I put off the things I know can change me?
Why do I suffer with the same problems?
Why don't I take the time to change what I've become?
Why don't I think I deserve it?
Why do I hinder myself at every turn?
Why do I still blame my dad for my problems?
Why do I still look everywhere else besides at myself?
Why do I blame everything but me?
Why don't I care enough to transform?
Why do I cling to silly life choices?
Why does my love language involve pain?
Why don't I love the future me?
Why does the past dictate so many of my decisions?
Why does the one thing I know can change me continue on?
Why don't I believe in myself?
Why don't I understand that I can do better?
Why do I think I don't deserve to do better?
Why does my life hurt?
Why do all my habits seek to destroy my plans?
Why does all my money flow so freely out of my paycheck?
Why does my car still have trash in it?
Why is my bed not made?
Why is the litter box almost full again?
Why is my sink full?
Why is the laundry unfolded?
Why am I expecting my mom show up and do it?
Why don't I try harder on becoming a better person?
Why do I yell at the people who love me?
Why do I blame the people closest to me?
Why don't I become the person I thought I'd be by now?
Why don't things just magically fix themselves when I ignore them?
Why does life have to be so difficult?
Why do things feel like they're worse now than before?
Why does struggle seem to deepen with every year?
Why does adulting seem so difficult?
Why do big corporations get away with their bullshit?
Why do governments seem to hate the people it pretends to help?
Why don't I change them?
Why don't I rise up and do something?
Why do I feel like I cannot?
Why don't I have the stuff I thought I'd have?
Why is my bank account so small?
Why are there so many bills?
Why can't money buy money?
Why haven't I gotten a raise by now?
Why do other people do better at work than me?
Why does the boss hate me?
Why do I hate me?
Why does it feel like the deck is stacked against me?
Why am I holding a hand full of trash?
Why do I expect to win when I've been dealt trash?
Why can't the dealer be fair?
Why can't the chip stacks be even?
Why is the game rigged?
Why does the house always win?
Why do I suck so bad?
Why don't I just walk away?
Why don't I just learn more?
Why don't I study harder?
Why don't I just play a different game?
Why don't I stop blaming others?
Why am I concerning myself with others' lives?
Why are my conclusions so lop-sided?
Why don't I just rise up?
Why don't I change things?
Why am I expecting life to be fair?
Why do I expect life to just be easy?
Why am I avoiding my major battles?
Why do I run from my problems?
Why not just face them no matter what?
Why not confront the issues head on?
Why not just stop the evil?
Why not chase the good?
Why?
Why not?
Why not me?
Why not me now?
