Why is it that certain boys give you a rush when you talk to them? Why is it when they tell you you're gorgeous, you feel so lucky? Why is it always those boys that end up convinced you're an idiot? A creeping weirdo? Why do they log off the second you try to talk to them? Why are these boys the one who hurt you in the most petty yet painful ways? ~~~~~~~~~ Why is it that we put so much value into other people's opinions? Why do they matter more than our own? Why do we crave approval? Why do words have so much power? Why is it that when those words are withheld, that's when they hurt you the most?~~~~~~~~~ Why do we judge other people before we get to know them, before we've had an actual conversation with them? Why do we assume things about others, be they good or bad, without having spoken to them before? Why do we judge so many by these assumptions?~~~~~~~~Why is it okay for one person to hurt, but not another? Why do we crave some people's advice, but those who are most willing to help, their advice means nothing? Why do we allow others to hurt while we glance through a glass window, ogling at their pain?~~~~~~~~~ Why do sad movies make us feel emotion? Why does every mistake cut like broken glass? Why do I bother asking at all?