Why doesn't magic always work?
Why do my prayers seem half answered, each and every time?
Why am I such a failure?
Why did I chose IB?
Why am I not perfect?
Why is so much required of me?
Why does the world spin so quickly?
Why do I lack direction?
Why doesn't God answer my f*cking prayers?
Why are all my friends failing?
Why can't I convince myself that it isn't my fault?
Why do you even want to reply to this post?
Why am I asking so many questions?
Why do I exist?
Why can't I do more?
Why can I chose to live in another world, one of my own making?
Why can't this other world be magical?
Why can't I find the damn door?
Why does life suck?
Why does life suck for those whom I care about?
Why can't I seem to do anything for them?
Why must their lives suck?
Why can't I sacrifice myself like Jesus to save those whom I care about?
Why do I stress out about things?
Why am I so angry?
Why shouldn't I try cutting?
Why do I live?
Why do I fail?
Why don't I die?