some words are useless, pointless, nonsensical even, when said alone.
they grow a meaning - a spine - when put into a sentence.
I'm bad at art.
It's good to see that you're making improvements.
Why the hell do you keep doing things you hate?
I don't know.
I wish I could.
Maybe I am a form of masochist, enjoying the pain brought on by sleepless nights and stress?
I don't think that's the reason.
Language is funny. Symbols we know as letters, strung together in an annoyingly stupid fashion create words, a collection of sounds we interpret to get meaning.
It makes no sense.