Why do we express ourselves, if what we've expressed has already been said?

Why do we even try to understand God, if we can't ever do so?

Why do we have to be able to explain everything?

Why in the world are you reading this?

What is love?
What is hate?
Who is going to be my mate?

Why should I know?
Why should I care?
For some of these answers are everywhere.

If you can't define it, why talk about it?
You're simply saying something you don't understand.

3 more months until Christmas. 3 more months and one week until my birthday. Just another week of craziness. At least that's what I'm feeling at the moment.

Day to day life: What's it for? You know, I really don't quite care about if somebody likes me or not. I don't really care if I'm going to get married. I don't really care if there's going to be any dances this year. The only reason I care about my grades is that, in a way, they give me a voice.

I abhorred the fact that my parents used to tell me that I wouldn't understand something when I asked them about it. Then I would reply that if I didn't understand it, then teach me. But they always shook their heads.

Sometimes I broke through and got some answers. Sometimes the answers gave me more questions. Sometimes the answers gave me an opinion.

I don't get stuff, ok. But saying that ... forget it.