Another night spent tossing and turning… Another day being dissipated into the all-too-familiar sense of sadness and loneliness has brought me right to where it always does… Writing on my blog.

Why are we so vulnerable to others? To the effect that they can have on us. Good or bad.
Why cannot man be an island? Stoic and self-contained.
Why do the good things that happen throughout the day fade away, and only the bad moments torment us when we try to slip into the recesses of sleep?
Why does one friend have the ability to cheer you up in 25 minutes, whereas 25 years of self accumulated wisdom and experience cannot do the same?
Why do regrets and memories plague us so often, and how come we forget the lessons learned so easily?
Why aren’t we strong and good and noble?
Why are we so emotionally needy?
Why can we not be happier alone?

I saw “we” but I wonder if everyone out there feels like this. Or is it just me?