Questioning, part 1

I'm not sure why, but I am one of those people that questions everything. I cannot accept things for the sake of 'just because' - I need to know why, why, WHY??? I imagine I was a frustrating child. In some ways I still am. I am selfish and silly, I daydream and laugh out loud, I crave attention yet shy away from it unwanted.

And I still ask questions, although now they are not so much "why is the sky blue?", but more "what is wrong with me?" or "what the hell am I doing?"...

Of course, the answers are never satisfactory. I already know the truths, I just sometimes wish I didn't.