Why?

I have had a lot on my mind lately. Things like friends, homework... you get where this is going right. Sometimes I feel like I am going to explode. Why when you want something to come really fast it takes a thousand times longer. Why do I sit here and write when I know I have a million and one things I could be doing. Why can't we read peoples minds. I would love that. Why do people play games. Why is reading a book the only place you can get away from drama. Why can't it be warm and sunny in Utah right now. Why do I sit and listen to the same song over and over.I wonder a lot don't I? Sometimes I think my life is so confusing, twisted and complicated but I know its not. I wish Saturday nights were interesting. I wish Monday wasn't so close. Sometimes I wish I could just say all the things on my mind and no one would be there to criticise or make a comment. Why is writting the only way I can express my feelings. Saying things is just to complicated.