"Why do you do the things that you do?", she asked.
"I do the things I do because others won't. I do the things I do because I have been through it. I am not saying I have it 'rock bottom' bad, but am I not allowed to say what I have been through was actually really bad? Am I suppose to wipe the tears, hold my sobs, shut my mouth, never let anything out, never let out as much as a sniffle, just to hear 'others have it worse'? Am I not allowed to be human and feel the way I feel? To express the way I want to express and not just to let things go and just say 'yeah, I am fine'? I do the things I do because I don't want anyone else to EVER experience what I have. I do the things I do because I love the smiles on my family and friends face. I do the things I do because that is how I was raised. I do the things I do.. because.. maybe.. just maybe... It is what I would want. It is how I would like to be treated. It is how I was taught. It is the only thing I have.. To give hope to others. I am only a single person. But I do the things I do, so others don't have to. And all I am doing, is burning myself really slow, so that I may light the way for others."
