every once in a while, i think about what my purpose in life is.. lately.. i feel like i am just a burden in the lives of those i love.. by being me i cause people so much anxiety and stress.. it's not like i do it on purpose. i can't help the way i am.. i can always try to change, but by changing, i will no longer be who i am, but rather someone who lives for others.. in a way i do live for others, i live for my friends, i live for my family. but at the same time, i have to live as who i am and still try to please everyone.. re-reading that, that didnt make any sense but in my head i know how i am feeling.. my grandpa is in the hospital because of me.. selfish me

come on now world.. i was just happy.. not a care in the world. and now this is what you do to me?
-to all those people that think i might be suicidal.. trust me, i haven't gotten to that level quite yet.. maybe i will someday, but i don't think i will.. i'm still happy! but i'm troubled right now