I don’t know why I do the things I do.
I don’t know why I get angered so easily.
I don’t know why I’m such a bitch sometimes.
I don’t know why I talk back to my mom.
I don’t know why I hate my sister so much sometimes.
I don’t know why I procrastinate so much.
I don’t know why I’m so lazy.
I don’t know why I’m such a failure at school.
I don’t know why I chase after friends who no longer want me.
I don’t know why I’m so afraid of love.
I don’t know why I can’t speak my mind.
I don’t know why I don’t listen enough.
I don’t know why I’m like this.
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