Sometimes we ask questions to get the answers we already know but refuse to accept. Maybe much as we know something to be the truth, we still choose to ask anyway, cause deep down we secretly wish with everything we have that it wasn't the case.

Yet in our minds we already have this fix set of answers that we had hoped to hear.

But over time I've came to realise that such questioning is ultimately pointless. If you had to ask, truth is you probably already had the answers. Cause sometimes an absence of an answer is an answer in itself.