I keep trying to figure out why I am still alive, what is keeping me alive and I realized that I am living not because I want too but I am living for others. I live to keep others happy and specifically I live for my little sister and my older brother because without me they wouldn't be able to get through life as easy and they wouldn't have someone to lean on. I find it weird because I fight with them all the time but at the same time they know they can come to me and I would never judge. So I am keep trying and keep trying to live. What happened earlier this week I was thinking about myself and not others because I knew they wouldn't be okay without me. Before when I tried to commit suicide I thought everyone would be better without me. Ever since I was twelve I had this feeling and it wasn't until highschool that I started acting upon it. I always kept quiet about my acts because I didn't want to burden anyone about it until a new friend came into my life and told me I needed to get help, then you, my followers, urged me as well. So now I am becoming more stable but it is going to take awhile for me to find the right medication and dosage to work. Anyways for now on I will keep on trying to control myself from those suicidal thoughts again.