as a child, I would always ask my mum the question of why?
to which she would reply just or because
the question repeated several times in my head over the next few years
why?
why is the sky blue?
why is my hair black?
why was I made fun of by other little kids?
why was I hated so much?
why do I look like this?
why am I ugly?
and why am I still alive?
certain questions I could not ask my mother in fear of her answer
just
and because
as a teenager, i wonder why I'm like this
that I question everything that appears in my life
am I insecure?
am I scared of the unknown?
am I overthinking?
yes, I am overthinking. I know that
but why?
HEYYY
nobody is probably reading this, so
Do you wanna get hot chocolate with me?
no....okay
byeee
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