Ive never understood why I think the way I do. It wasn't until I opened up about it that my friend gave me clarity. It wasn't until the words "existencial crisis" left her lips That I understood these sudden feelings of why I was alive. Why I do things I do. Why I think what I think. Why I think of every question in the world at one particular moment. So I guess I have an extended crisis Because I'm never not thinking the question "Why?"