Why? Because Whenever It Seems That Things Are Going Moderately Well Something Must Happen To Me That

Why? Because whenever it seems that things are going moderately well something must happen to me that totally ruins the day, the week, the month, the year? Why can't I be happy? I couldn't help anymore? Why didn't I help? Why couldn't I help you? Why did you leave? Why are you dead? Why aren't you alive? Why did you have to die? The only thing I got was this? Why am I useless? Why am I here? Why do I exist? Do I exist for this? Because if I wanted to help you I couldn't do more? Why do they tell me not to torture myself with that? Why do I keep thinking about it? Why did I write this? I don't know anything.