Why do I get so frustrated over an answer that wouldn’t have any bearing over my life as we speak? I sometimes dwell on something I probably should have asked someone ages ago. The answer doesn’t really matter but it does. I don’t know why I let it get to me like it does. It really isn’t that big of a deal. Like I said, it wouldn’t really matter now because I am truly happy and back then I wasn’t. So why does it seem to matter?
Also, why do I write like I was never educated?