Why am I even alive?
Its a question I ask myself everyday. The last few days have been rough on me, hell, the last year has. I've dealt with a lot, I've dealt with an abusive relationship, I've dealt with an abusive father. I've dealt with a harsh seperation. But I've been thinking. What is the meaning of life? What is my purpose? Well. Let me tell you. We all have a purpose. Rather we see it now or not. I've realized I've kept people from killing themselves, and I'm glad I did. Unless you are a abusive person, a criminal, or anything like that, you are worth it. I promise you. If you've made it this far, you are meant to be here. You have purpose. I swear, if I could take your problems away and make them mine, I wouldn't even hesitate. Now promise me one thing. Promise me that you will stay alive? Because it is worth it. One day you will find someone who loves you. One day you will have everything you wished. One day you won't deal with horrible parents. One day...you will actually live. We are all going to die sometime, so why not make the short life we have the best one? Why don't we make our life something worth living?