Why?

Why..its a question i seem to always be asking myself, but never get any answers. Things in my life havent been good for a long while. Money is usually the copret of these issues. ever since i was in middle school i can remember having worries of adult things such as mortgages and car notes. Moms tried hard not to show it but we were clearly having issues. and stupid boyfriends of hers didnt make the situation any better. I asked why we had to move from the house i loved and why he had to come with us and why i had to live an hour away from my friends and everything i knew. Why i couldnt buy the jordans my friends had and why i couldnt have that northface coat. Why my brother had everything he wanted and all i could do is dream. Why he saw his father every fuckin day of his life and i only heard "dads" voice when i was in trouble. Why i had to learn the real meaing of christmas that morning their was nothing under the tree. Why that same day i had to go to my brothers and watch them open up tons of shit they dnt even appreciate. Why i had to learn to appreciate things i had because i got nothing else. Why i woke up in that hotel and my mother wasent their. Why i woke up every morning and "he" was always their. Why i had to get a job when i was barely 15 and still didnt have any money. Why do i have 2 jobs now and still have no money. Why everytime i get money sumthing pops up. Why i buy a car and it turns out to be a piece of shit. Why my mom buys a car and it turns out to be a piece of shit. Why my friends and brothers buy cars and they have no probs. Why i no longer have to worry about car notes and mortgages but now have to pay for them and Why i have to write this to feel better. Why god is putting me through this. Why...Why..Why theirs so many more reasons to ask why..but i get no answer. So why do i ask why.....