My life didn’t make sense to me and how can except the fact that I’m living it. The pain that I didn’t show made me feel like nothing was important, and I wanted to kick the bucket, trip, fall and bust my head open. I didn’t think that no one loved me, or cared about what I did, but it’s just that too many things have been put on me and around me it made things hard. Now that I have opened my eyes, I see that in my life there are people that do love me and care about what I do. I guess that I should have opened my eyes earlier than now, some things are still falling apart, but not like it was before I opened my eyes to the ALMOST “new and improved me”.