~HeStoppedTheRain

Why bother dieting when I'll never be thin? Why look in the mirror when I'll never be pretty? Why should I try to love myself when I know I never will? Why do I keep searching for that perfect person when it's certain that I'll never find them? Why seek a friend when I'll always be alone? Why ask questions when I'll never come up with any answers? Why try to make things better when I know that they'll just get worse? Why keep living when I know that I'll never be happy? Why try to get lost in a dream when I'll always just wake up again? Why hope when I'll always be disappointed? Why try when I always fail?

Why do people wake up? Why do they get out of bed? Why even bother; we all die alone.