I Was Young Enough I Still Believed In War

How do we all end up the way we are?

Why is it that some people turn out confident, and overzealous while others seem uninterested in just about everything? Or how others can form coherent sentences while others struggle to get across messages as simple as "may I please use the bathroom?". I know that there are simple answers to these questions, but it still seems so.....human. Almost in a cruel way.

And why do I wake up some days and feel completely grounded and sane, only to make a U-turn within a couple of hours and feel no relation to where I am or who I'm with?

Why is it that sometimes when you need "home" most, your own "home" feels less welcoming than anyplace else? Just like Andrew in Garden State explains, you get to a certain point in your life where that idea of home is just lost?

I think it's unfair that the times you feel most like a screaming are the times where you can't seem to make any sounds escape from your black hole of a mouth.