Sometimes I feel like I wanna end it but my conscious tells me no because if I do, I won't be able to see my friends and converse with them, share stories, talk about past life, enjoy life. If I don't enjoy life then how am I supposed to make everyone happy, but while I'm making everyone happy I forget how I feel. Empty and useless, like I've been vigorously torn apart. Making people happy destroys me, but seeing them sad also destroys me. That's why I'm never happy... Without life there is no death and without death there is no life.
