It's hard to explain. I care about anyone who could possibly be reading this. I care about everyone that... I don't know. I just care. And thinking that people are so... let's just say 'insecure' about themselves, that they have to make others consider suicide..? Just the thought that people are willing to leave their own existence behind brings about a certain sadness, beyond the copasity of measure... I've had those thoughts myself. But when it comes down to it, I feel like I could help people. I could help you, if you needed it. I'm not perfect like everyone expects me to be. But I'm trying. If you need me, ever, for anything. If you need someone to talk to, I'll be here. Right here. Waiting. Or you could easily email me. Anything. Any way that I could talk to you, I'll try. I'd do anything to know that there's a reason for my being.
^ That's you right there.
Get away from BULLSHIT. Stop complaining & find somewhere else.