Sometimes I sit on the street corner and imagine jumping into the oncoming traffic. I don't do it, mostly because I'd probably hurt someone that way, or at least cause property damage. And its something I might survive. The other day, a woman was walking her dog nearby and the dog got away from her. It ran my way, so I got its attention and caught it for her. She said, "Thanks so much, I'm glad you were here," and then went on her way. After a while I broke down in tears. I don't think anyone has ever been glad I was here, for any reason, and it felt so good to hear it. I have been so low and wanted to die so often, but I don't think I ever realized how lonely I really am until that stranger said that she was glad I was here. I don't want to be here anymore. I know it sounds really stupid, but now and then I can't help but feel maybe the only reason I was ever born was to be there on that street corner to catch that damned dog. Its the only time I've ever been useful or done something no one else could do. And now its over and I'm back to being worthless to everyone around me, and I can't stand it.