Dear Life,

Why must you bore me?

Why must I fill myself with blasts of RGB from a screen just to have purpose?

Why can't you satisfy me?

Why must I let you make me such a mess?

Why must I only have one real friend?

Why must my other friends leave me?

Why must my family fight?

Why must my brother think his sister hates her with every fiber of her being?

Why must my sister think our lives would be better without her?

Why must you force me to smile just so I don't add to the pain of the people I love?

Why must you make most of my friends a state or even an entire continent apart?

Why must I live in a place called in the United States of America when we couldn't be anymore torn apart?

Why must we be more concerned about slandering the name of a blonde haired rich man then stopping terrorists?

Why must you make people feel they need to have thier gender be a Toaster just to be a special snowflake?

Why must we fight amongst ourselves purely over a man who said he wanted to build a wall?

Why must a digital world feel more sane than the real thing?

Why are you insanity?

Sincerely, Max Livingston