I keep thinking that no one likes me.. That's why I see no point in living..

But it was just my dad.. And my mum, and many other people who couldn't be bothered to be there for me.. And that hurt like hell! It made me think I was unlovable..

But it was those people.. Who were incapable of loving.. It wasn't about me

I can let it go.. There are people who, well - I think they must like me as they want to see me, be with me, help me.. They make life worth it.. Love makes it worth it.. Now I have it - there was a time when I didn't.. But now that time is gone. Instead of holding onto it, I let it go