Honestly I would kill myself if it weren't for some people choosing to be in my life.

I live around a bunch of people who pretend to love and care but as soon as shit gets real, they resort to, "I do this for you, I do that for you, you need to listen and do things my way or else you're ungrateful." They will pass on from this world never understanding the hurt they've caused me.

The only people who truly love me are far away. I still find ways to return the care they give me, sometimes emotionally, sometimes with real physical work, and I'm glad to do it.

If it weren't for them, I may be gone right now.