What am I crying over every night, really? If it's nonsense as they told me it is, why can't I stop? Why can I simply stop and read a book or watch a movie instead? I'm a pretty proud movie enthusiast, aye? And my first love was a book. So why not them, why this suck activity? Why can't I tell either I'm sad or just simply hollow? Why couldn't I just scratch a line on my skin or something? Why can't I stop doing everything but being me?
Too many "whys". Less "becauses".