Why is life so heavy and unfair? Why did I get laid off from work? Why wasn't I given the opportunity to do better? Why do I feel like this is partly my fault? Why is it so hard to land a new job? Why does everything need money? Until when do I have to give up on my dreams to support my family?
Why can't I easily open up to people, especially to my family and friends? Why is it so hard for me to be vulnerable with them? Do I have trust issues? Or am I just scared that they will judge me? Why can't I just let loose?
Why do I have to clean up the mess that my parents made? Why was I born as the first daughter—why was I even born at all? What do I do with all these invisible burdens and responsibilities? They're heavy, I don't know how long I can bear them.
Why do I have to keep trying when there are so many unexpected twists along the way, when the outcome remains uncertain, with no guarantee that it will live up to my expectation? Why isn't there a manual to teach me how to live this life the way I supposed to?
Why do I have to survive when we all will end up dying anyway? Why can't I just die right here right now?
God, why is this life so hard?
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