Why

Why is it that there are so many question that I can't seem to answer you anymore?
Why is it that I don't feel happy as I used to be/or why am I happy only when I see you in person?
Why is it that you can't seem to understand me anymore? Am I really that hard to read?
Why is it that things that I wanted to do, you would restrict me? Why is it that you can't respect my decision?
Why is it so hard for you to see that I am suffering?
Why is it that you have the ability to make me feel happy and sad in the next minute?
Why is it that, I ended up blogging all about it here but not telling you straight in your face?
Why is it that, up till now, I still cared about how you feel?
Why is it that I don't text you as much as I used to?
Why is it that I have so much doubts about you?

Maybe I know the answer, but I'm never ever going to tell you.
This night is going to be a long night.