I hate it when people say that there’s no reason to live. There’s always a reason to live. No matter how hard life gets, there’s always one reason. There’s always someone who loves you. Even if it’s only one person, you’re still loved. I know orphans, children whose parents commited suicide or died while the child was young, people with incurable diseases, families who’ve fallen victim to mass homocide, and you know what? THEY found a reason to live. Whenever life seems difficult, it’s just preparing you for what’s next. Yeah, what’s NEXT. What about your family? Friends? Significant other? What would THEY do if you were gone? Suicide is a selfish thing. Whatever’s going on in your life right now, I can almost guaruntee that there’s someone out there with a bigger problem than your fucking eyeliner running out or your boyfriend or girlfriend dumping you. While I can sympathise with people who feel self hate, I do not support suicide. When you’re meant to die, you’re meant to die. Don’t waste the small amount of time we have in this life crying about what should’ve been. We have today. We have the past. Who knows if we have a future. Tommorow isn’t a promise, it’s a possiblilty. So please, don’t say that there’s no reason to live. There’s always a reason to live.