Why are my standards so high why do I talk so much why am I lazy why do I cry why don’t I date you why do I hate you why do I hate myself why don’t I have a job why didnt i do well on my midterms why didnt i get into northeastern why don’t I know what to do with the rest of my life why do I have no self control why do I fuck everything good up why don’t you try a little harder why don’t I take you the way you are why am I always looking for more why am I afraid of the sky why I am afraid of the world why don’t I lose weight why do I feel so much why am I rude why am I loud why do I need to have the last word why does this always happen why don’t I have sex with you in a car why don’t I drop out of school and go live in a row boat on walden pond I mean why am I alive anyways if I’m not free