Why?

What the fuck?
What is it about life.
That makes it give you a week or two of good.
Then a fucking month or two of bad!
I almost want to say I hate life right now.
I don't hate it though.
I just really dislike it for the moment.
Oh,
and I'm not making promises again for a while.
I'm sick of breaking the ones I make.
And having the ones made to me broken.
Sorry to everyone who I've broken a promise to.
Even though you don't know.