I just keep going. I carry on, but why. Tonight I am sitting here asking myself why. There are a million reasons. Because I am stubborn, because of my family, because it would be a waste, because of what I would miss, there are so so many reasons. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to die. I don’t want to do anything stupid. I’m just thinking why. Why does it matter, at the end of the day I can’t do anything right, I will always just be this, so why carry on. Why keep going. I don’t want to die, it’s just that most days I can’t handle living.