"My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery- always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?"
-Virginia Woolf
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Existential Crisis
RandomWhy? We've all come across that word, often questioning life. Isn't it crazy that just one little word, three letters, can tear our minds apart? Why do we exist? Why am I alive? Why do I care? Why did this happen? Why this, why that. Why...Why... Wh...
