When you don't know what you want but you get it anway is that a good thing?
Is it really so bad to be a bitch? or for that matter to be like your parents?
Why is it that when we are depressed it doesn't matter what we do to get out of the depression. We stay there until our body and mind decide for themselves to come out of it.
When friends point out that you are doing something and you can see it... is it a fault of yours for not being able to see or theirs for not explaining better?
Why do we try and keep up with the Joneses? Who are the Joneses?
Who are you? Who am I?
I'm still working on it here. More thoughts later.
