The questionable rhetoric.

this is a preface to what will be SHIT:
Is depression a choice?
Is happiness a statement?
Is success just the evolution of religiously following rules and doing stuff right?
Can failure be singularly provoked?

Why does reason and logic cause my confusion than solutions?
Can individuality exist in a civilisation as advanced as ours?
How can one person affect my emotion so much?
How are mentalities so flexible?

I wish I could just be good again.
I wish I could find connection and understanding again.
I struggle in every aspect of life I'm sure; and I don't think I used to be this way.
I just want to get things right again.
WHY ARE MY QUESTIONS NEVER ANSWERED?

Why is finding the truth so hard to find?
And in this day of advanced communicative device why can't we express anything anymopre, why can't we say what we think? Why do things sound so different in our heads than in the air?

Why does time scare me so?
Do I believe in the things I believe because of influence or are they beliefs that are a part of me?

There's more. SO many more questions.

but now I will abide to the natural need to sleep after crying. Why that is I DON'T KNOW but I will accept it and sleep because for some reason God/creator decided to make us miss out on 8 hours of everyday and when He decided to make us depend on sleep. Questionable Decision oh mighty one.

LOTS OF rhetorical LOVE
and hidden messages of negativity,
GWENNN

WHY CAN'T MY MIND PRODUCE BLOGS?
Why do I have to lose stuff all the time like thoughts and I;D's?
Why do things need to be irretrievable?
Why can't I stop myself from continuing to type?
Why are people like Gwen so amazingly beautiful?
Why are people called Gwen?
Why do I speak English?

Why don't you just GO TO SLEEP GWENNNNNNN?
xxxSWEET DREAMS