What's going on? I don't understand... Why is it that one day everything in your life is going wonderfully, just to turn completely around the next day without you having the slightest clue that anything has happened?
Why is it that those things you are completely oblivious to one day seem like insurmountable obstacles the next morning?
What happens to people overnight?
What in the world gets into people sometimes?
How do you manage, for the first time in your life, to end up alone at some random bar on a Thursday night, sipping on a glass of scotch and asking yourself all these questions?
Why am I so disappointed?