What really is life? How do I survive knowing that I will never be an end but just a mean? Well, Kant I am sorry my dear friend but humans are who they are.
I have no life of my own, I just fill up other people's lives, I am the single friend who's always there when something comes up, I am the daughter to call when there is a problem to solve, I am the sister you go to when you are upset. And what does that make me, a thoughtful person or a sad one?
Who do I want to be and when was the last time I did something that really made me happy? When was the last time someone called and asked, 'What do you want to do tonight?'
Well, it's not that I do not have friends but sometimes it's as if I don't. Sometimes it hurt's so much knowing you are just a guest, you are only an extra... And you can never be there when it counts or when you really need to.
