Am I meant for such a life?
Will fake excuses satisfy me?
Will overwork motivate me?
Will a tempting future excite me?
Will my state of mind ever be normal?
Will my face ever stop giving away my frustration?
Is it that I am overly grumpy? Is it that I get irritated too easily?
Is it that I take things too importantly?
Why cant I just let my tears drown all the questions?
Why do I still go on..