Why must I breathe? Why must I have to feel this way without choosing so? There's a choice, but one I promised I wouldn't try to make again. So I must stay here in this world of pain and hatred. I made a promise, so there for I must stick to it. So I'll find other ways of getting the pain out. I'll find ways to make myself feel better even for a short time. It doesn't have to be permanent. Most things aren't anyway.
