Do you guys care if I live or die? If so, why? You've never met me and you probably never will meet me. You don't know me or what I'm like. For all you know I might be a boring, or a dick. You can't know if my life is worth saving. You don't know if I'd be better off deceased. Including myself, there are three people in the world that care if I live or die, and that's my mother and father and sister, but the only reason they care about me is because we're blood relations. I have friends and flatmates who would maybe shed a tear if I was gone but I don't think they'd miss me - I didn't see them much when I was alive. I'm not saying I'm going to kill myself (I don't care enough) but what's the point in not? The only thing I enjoy is dreaming and I can't sleep all day. I want to call one of those suicide hotlines just to see what they'll say.