Why? Why were we created? I used to ask myself the same question while I was crying myself to sleep at six years old because my parents were taking care of my handicapped sister. My exact thoughts were, “Life is so short, why can't I just go ahead and die? I'm tired of living, I hate it. All I do is get left out, I'm never happy. I give up.” I truly regret carving those marks into my skin at ten years