So many questions

Why now? Why here? Why me? Why is she telling me to come? Why is he asking me stupid questions? Why is she not the same? Why does he still love me? Why can't I do anything right? Why am I hungry? Why is it nice out? Why am I sitting here when I have someplace to be? Why the bad luck/good luck streak? Why is he so upset? Why is she such a nag? Why is she a whore? Why does it have to be 15? or 5? Just because