Why?…

I ask myself this question more often then others.

Why am I fucked up like this?

Why did I change from the old me?

Why do I hate myself?

I can’t answer all those questions maybe not even one, but I do know that

I feel this way and I think this is how others view me because this is how I see myself.

The girl who fucks up, the broken one.

I’m not a person I’m an element of the universe.

I just so happened to be picked to live the life I lived cause I know nobody could live it as bad as I do.

I ask myself ‘Why’ because I know that why is the only question i care about.

then I ask myself Why Not?&