I live for the sake of not hurting others and often it isn't enough. If I wasn't here anymore, I don't even think people would be sad for losing me as the real me that I am in the process of becoming. It is the person that they wanted me to be that they would feel the loss of. That is a sad thought because the person they would miss wouldn't therefore be me. I would rather die hated but true to myself than loved for being somebody that I'm not. I guess that gives me some motivation to keep living.