I ask myself everyday what's the answer to life why are we here is it to improve someone else, to think about how you can improve there lives? I think about this without thinking about my own. I think about this question and how it kills me inside and out, as i look at the cuts on my wrist. I think why does no one like me, why does no one care? Maybe if i improve my self people will care. There it is the answer my question: What's the answer to life, why where here. I found it...the answer to life.