Everyday the same things go through my head," Why am I here, why does this concern me, and why do I bother living." Everyday I get the same reply," People care about you, people would be lost or wouldn't be the same without you," while that may be true they were fine before they met me. There have been a few times I tried to not be here my friends have stopped me and I bare a scar on my wrist as a remembrance. Then I think to myself," Maybe I'm here to help. Maybe I'm here to make a difference," but if anything my friends have made a difference and I just go to my head to forget my life and go to my own reality where I'm in control. That way I don't hurt myself but I still do when I have to come back. But in the end the one thing that makes living worth it are my friends and I wouldn't trade the world for them
