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?