Because I don't want to hurt my mother, but someday, she'll die. Then, I won't have any ties; I do have other people I love and care about, but my mother is the only person I don't want to suffer because of me.
I still have a little hope left from recent events. My meds were upped and are working better and I finally have my own place. My gut tells me it wont last since it never does. Each time "it" comes back I get even more tired of trying to live.
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