Why can’t I just let shit go?
Why do I care so much about shit that ain’t my business?
Why am I so bothered by losing two of many close friends?
Why can’t I let things go that are no longer, or were never, relevant to me?
Why should I care if a man cheats on his wife with a girl half his age?
Why should it matter that it wasn’t me?
Why should I be so upset that two of my friends suddenly didn’t want me anymore?
Why am I so dramatic?
Who cares if my sister wants to have a baby and move in with someone she’s only known for a year?
Why do I hate that everyone in highschool kept their friends? Even if everyone thought me and my friends were the only ones who would last?
Why am I so afraid to mention my housing?
Why do other’s people’s lives and situations make me so angry and upset and hurt?
why can’t I just let it all go?