Blah..blah..11:Why it is so?

I always ask one question to myself..why life is like this?
why we only have to suffer?
why every body is so happy?
why we have to be insulted?

..but i never get answers to such questions..
I am afraid of life..i am not interested?
but im not courrage to end it..

Hmm..angry..not on any other ..but on my own..self..
yeah....i am reluctant...helpless...
i am no good ..useless..
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Life is like that.