I JUST CAN'T EVEN DEAL WITH THIS.
I need a reason. Why is there gravity?
Why is there life?
Why is the number 9 so ugly?
These abstract concepts don't count as explanations.
Because it's not the why.
It's just how. And I don't give a sheep about how.
It's just how. And I don't give a sheep about how.
I hate the answer "because it is."
I hate it.
I have this feeling deep inside, nestled right next to my left lung, that makes me nervous when there's no reason for something. When it's just like that because it is.
It makes me want to pull my hair out and cry and ask why until someone can finally answer me.
Just. WHY?
Urgh. Even thinking of this is making me really stressed out.
With a nervous feeling right next to my left lung,
Felicity
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