I don't understand life sometimes. Why was I born? Why does life dish out troubles and tragedy? Why do I have to go through and deal with crap? Why can't life be fair? Some days I go through/put up with so much crap I wish I was never born. I don't even know how or where I get the strength to keep pushing on sometimes. Don't get me wrong I have good/great day to, great memories that I will never forget.