No one ever seems to care to ask me if I’m alright, not even my own family. I think it’s obvious that there’s something wrong with me considering that no one has ever seen me genuinely smile for many years. I look unhappy, I always do. I understand that adults live busy lives so I don’t expect anyone to help me. I’m an adult and so it’s my responsibility to improve my own life. But is that really the way it has to be? It’s not their problem so it’s none of their concern? Will it be their concern when I’m nearly dying? Do I have to be on the verge of suicide for my mental health to finally matter? Even to my family? They don’t care to have me around alive and well, so why should I care about how they’ll feel when I’m gone? No one can convince me that I’m selfish for not considering who I’ll leave behind, when none of them are ever there whenever I need them. I won’t beg anyone to have their support. I shouldn’t have to beg, either they care or they don’t. It seems a lot to me that they don’t.