I don't want to let my parents and my brother have that much power over me. I used to think killing myself would make them feel guilty, now I know they would all just use it to garner sympathy and attention from others and that thought sickens me. I still want to check out sometimes just because I am sick of hurting.
My dog. Snarls Barkley has been through a lot and deserves me being there for him for a little while longer.
Things will get better someday. Really they have gotten better, I am just far far too hard on myself to give myself any credit. I deserve to live though, even if I hate myself at times I really do deserve to live.
I can do some good in the world. The world doesn't just revolve around me and my needs, and I would like to believe I have helped some people. I know I have at least helped a few dogs.
Life is short enough already. I don't beleive in god or the afterlife, I dont think there is anything else waiting for me. Cutting things even shorter just because waaaahhhh, life is just too hard for me (not trying to minimize anyone elses suffering, sometimes it just helps to view my own anguish in such a light, I get so wrapped up in it its good to remind myself its only as important as I make it) seems silly. I'll be dead in the blink of an eye anyways, might as well try and do the best I can while I am here.