Sometimes I wonder if what I am doing right now is for myself or to please others. Sometimes I get a straight answer, sometimes I blunder. I still don't know. Is this the kind of thoughts that you get when you're lonely or unhappy?
I love my family and my friends, yes I do. Sometimes they get on my nerves and annoy the crap out of me and make me do things that I don't want to do, but it all boils down to the very end: that very smile and laughter and all that good loving, that's more important to me than anything. They might not need me, but I need them, and I need them to smile and laugh so I will smile and laugh, I need them to love, so I will love as well. They say, monkey see, monkey do, right?
Maybe they are the only reason I couldn't go all the way during my various attempts at suicide.