Why do I bother? With living. With love. With hope. I've asked myself these questions more than I honestly should. Everytime I am faced with a problem, I always asked myself "why do I even bother to try and fix it..?"
I'm no fixer upper, I'm just a boy who tends to drown myself in my own emotions. And yet I keep on trying, my heart beckons me to do so.
My heart.. Its my greatest strength and my greatest weakness. I always listen to it, why? Because I know I can trust my heart more than my head.
But now, at this very moment, my heart is being put through one of the hardest test it will ever face. My friends are fighting among themselves, almost killing each other. It makes me sick to see this, it makes me feel as if it was my fault, as if I need to do something but I don't know what.
Now once again I ask myself.."why bother?"
I know why I do. I bother with this because I cannot bare to see these people, some who have known each other longer than they've known me, tear away from each other. I will not stand by as their tears rain down upon themselves...
My friends are my family. I have always, and will always believe in that. They may cause me headaches, sleepless nights, uncontrollable tears, but their my family.
So, why do I bother? Because, even if I harm myself in the process, I will always stand by my family.
