Why do I need to study all these stuffs when I won't be needing them when I work?
Maybe I just need to allocate my time doing productive things instead of idling it away.
Why do I feel empty every time?
Maybe I'm just an incurable wallflower.
Why am I so mediocre?
Maybe I just don't want to exert effort on not-so-important things.
Why can't I change?
Maybe this is the best I can get.
Why am I so cynical?
Maybe it's in the things I read.
Why am I still alive?
Maybe someone still needs me.