Because all the little things matter to me. How to handle this is the question. Believe me. I ran out of answers let alone ideas. I watch you in the mirror and wonder, why are you here? Worthless is what I am. Trash. Nothing. No one wants you even though they say they do. It's hard. Really hard. And it's not like I can run to my parents and ask for help because their the problem. Sometimes, the people you love can be a problem.