Why do all these kind hearted people that enjoy life get illnesses and have there life taking away from them then you get people like us were we have a life but hate our selfs and hate our life and just want it to end and everyday its a struggle and you dont know if the next night you’l be in our beds or if you’l be in the morgue thats scary and then you have problems to deal with when you lose someone or everyday life they really dont help it just feels it all adds up to it will push you to the edge ……………