How can something feel so great, and cause you so much difficulty?
How can you promise yourself to not be, to not feel, to not do, and then find yourself there anyway?
How do your thoughts make so much sense when you're alone but the minute you add another person into the mix, suddenly they're all turned upside down again?
How do I keep finding myself back here, stuck in this circular thought pattern, rethinking and treading the same, familiar road as this morning, and last night, and the time before, and the time before that?
Why are things so complicated?
Why isn't life simple and straight forward?
Why don't things happen at the right time, in the right way? Why don't things just work out, why must we work so hard for them?
I've heard its the questions that matter most, not the answers. Well I certainly have a lot of questions.