I often find myself wondering why I’m here. Why do I exist if no one really seems to want me around. I find myself crying myself to sleep and hoping I don’t wake up. I always feel that everyone would be much better off without me anyhow. Less arguing, more money for my family, shit. I bet they would be happier too, since I am the reason that they argue as often as they do. I need a reason to be here.. Because I’ve run out of them.
