why

sometimes I wonder why I think the way I do, why I dont like the things others like. my aunt says people should have to work to be sad, so why do I have work to be happy. why do I always think that I'm not like everyone else. I always imagine the worst, why, why can't I just be left alone and not bother by people who are only going to leave me in the end. why can't people stay? I give so much of myself away when one one can bother to do the same. they always leave. why did my friend email me at school and say, I don't like you deal with it. I'm just so confused on life. my only question is, why.