Why do we always have endless suggestions for others but choke when the same happens to us?
Why is it so hard to see other people in our shoes? Or see ourselves in their place?
Why do I have to blog about this? Why am I making a big deal? Why do people exaggerate? Why do people not give enough importance? Am I being paranoid? Am I a cling-on?
Why can't I breathe? Why does that little heart of mine give me so much pain? Why can't my neurons just stop stressing so much for one bloody minute?
Why do I love my job so much? Do I have to leave behind things, memories, friends, experiences because of it? If yes, then why do I love it in the first place?
Why is it so hard to quit college and start something with my best friend? Why do we care about people's expectations? Do we expect the same from them? Why do we burden ourselves like this?
There. You called. I'm breathing again. Thanks for existing. Don't ask me why.
