Why am i always making the wrong decisions?
Why am i so irrational?
Why do i hate myself?
Why am i even here?
What is the point?
Is there even a meaning to life or are we just made to break?
Break bones, break hearts, break ourselves?
Aren't we all just waiting for death?
Are we just using jobs, school, books and films as a distraction?
A distraction for the yet to come?
A distraction from death?
Why do we build oursleves on self loathing?
Why are we trying create this imperfect perfection? This false beauty, the flase security of hope and happiness
Why?
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