Why should one need more than one person to make a particular promise to help for one to be at ease?
Why are those we hold dear the ones who mock us?
Why are our friends our enemies?
Why should the devil you know be better than the angel you don’t know?
Why do people have to talk about ones success or demise in a cruel way? Can’t they just be happy for you and move on?
Why do some folks act like they’ve got logs clogged up their buttholes?