I hate my life.. to be honest, i could care less if I died because my life has no meaning besides my friends and mom caring about me. they are the only ones keeping me alive right now and I hope that they never leave my side, yes we may have our ups and downs but that basically everyone... but the only reason that I hate my self is the person I am, it seems like nobody cares about what happens to me to tell the truth for them I only exist when they need something. and why I started hating my life is because when I was 8 months old my mom left me and didn't come back around until I was 9 years old.... and today I'm 13 years old and I feel like I'm the reason that she left