I think the question that most humans ask is why.
Why… Why… Why?
Why does it turn out this way? Why was it him. Why did it happen today?
I don’t think we go one day without asking why.
When I was a kid I loved watching Scooby-Doo. I love mysteries and trying to figure out who’s behind it all. Once you know who the monster was you would ask why. Well they would pretty much explain why before they unmask the monster. But imagine them not addressing the why. I don’t know about you, but I would be mad if they didn’t address the why. I mean I want to know why.
I got this crime investigation game on my phone the other day (I do love mysteries) and they don’t tell you why the killer did what they did. And I really want to know WHY.
Why did they do what they did?
Why won’t tell the reason?
Why doesn’t it matter?
The question of why was brought up today.
One of my friends sent me this letter through the mail.
I thought she was just sending me a note or something. But in that letter was something from our past.
And she chose to send it back to me.
I don’t really understand. I don’t really know why she didn’t want to keep it.
I don’t know why.
I don’t like wondering why.
I want to just know.
So I don’t have to wonder.
Why is there a why?
I really don’t know why.