I don't know why I try helping people. They always go against what I say, they wont take compliments. They wont accept my help. I don't know why I love so much, nobody could love me. I shouldn't say that, my boyfriend loves me. I don't know why I can't accept love. I don't know why I try drawing, I will never be as good as everyone else. I will never be an animator like I want to, I am not smart enough for anything else. I don't know why I ask for help, nobody cares enough, no, nobody can fix what's been done. Why do I lie? Why do I keep saying I am ok? I'm so hurt I can't get that feeling to leave. It might be because of summer. Who knows. Why do I make friends? I'll never be anyone important to anyone. Why do I say I am alone? People always tell me that they will be my friend, people look up to me. I don't know why though, I'm nobody to look up to. Maybe it's because everyone I care about always leaves me eventually.