But what about the people that love you. If you did this to them, they would start blaming themselves. Wondering what they did wrong. Wondering what they could have do. The worst kind of blame is the blame we put on ourselves. Its the easiest to admit, but the hardest to forgive. Its part of the reason i never told my family what i tried to do. I couldnt do that to them. Think of all the memoies you will miss out on. I would not have see my my brother graduate or met the man my sister loves with all heart. Is life perfect no. Everything has ups and downs but that is what makes life worth living. The point is there is always tommorrow and you never know what might happen