As I sit here

Something I wrote while my car was broke down.

As I sit here waiting for the car to come,
I'm listening to music about sad lives,
I can relate and see where they are coming from,
I'm getting light headed from the gas can and my backs in a pain,
They're stuck in traffic and I'm still here, alone as always,

There must be some underlying meaning in running out of gas a lot,
What is the Universe trying to tell me,
What is it trying to get across?

I've been up since 2:30 in the morning,
I've had a productive day.
I'm stuck though,
I'm f*****g stuck yo,

I don't know what to do, I'm always so confused,
What is the point of all of this?
Why was I given the chance to exist?
I'm not grateful for any of this.
I'm always such an a*s to all of my relatives,
I'm striving to fall in love but am constantly denied the chance,
What is it that I don't have that everyone else does?
Why do I always have the feeling I'm in such a rush?
Why do I always tell people to shush and calm down when they are just living their own lives, jumping all around?

Why do I have all of these questions and still haven't found any answers?
What brought me to philosophy?

Why do I always come back to why?