Why am I here?

What is the purpose of my existence?

Just to be someone in this world with no meaning?

Am I a good daughter of my parents?

Can I consider myself as a nice friend?

Or am I a good student for my lecturer?

Am I here to make any different?

Am I to change the world?

Why I don’t have what I want?

Why I have what I don’t want?

Why I don’t have enough of cares from you?

Why don’t you listen to me?

Why you dint ask me what I want?

Why I have forced to be this and that?

Why I am sad?

What am I depressing about?

Why am I asking this and that?

Why am I writing here?

Don’t ask me why, I don’t know….