Sometimes I think about everyone that’s ever said they cared about me & wonder if I didn’t wake up what would happen. Would they mourn me, even when they hated me? Will they even care enough to ask anyone about me and come to realize I was gone. I think about things like this, but I’m selfish and I wouldn’t want to leave this world maybe if I had a different life, but I just wonder. And even that is a dangerous thing.