I don't have to live. But I still do it. I stay for the people who actually care. Who actually want me here. But now I'm starting to realize that maybe no one truly cares. That no one truly wants me around anymore. And I know. I wouldn't feel like this if it weren't for the people who've made and continue to make me feel like this. They say to make yourself feel better, to surround yourself with people who make you happy and who actually care. But what do we do when there isn't anyone out there who truly cares. Who won't lie. Who don't back stab you.