Why does it take a place three weeks after you interview to call you back?

What did I do wrong?

Why can’t I get a job?

Why must I live this pitiful existence?

Why do I have to be tortured in a menial task that is so below me?

Why do I even exist in this form?

Why can’t life be better, even if I have taken every step in the world for it to change?

Why must everyone else, including the one you love, be happy around me while I have to suffer?

Why why why?