Why do we live, i find myself asking these questions alot. Im not an unhappy person at lest not all the time. But i find myself setting and crying over nothing,i look at the world differently them most people.When i set and look outside a window. The sky is not just blue to me. It has all the colors, the grass is no longer green its starting to die. The waters blue but not its color that it always had, it looks more like tears. When i once looked at my true rflection, i was looking at a girl with hopes and dreams. Now that rflection is not me. I shows a girl with black hair, baby blue eyes that never smile. She's making her friends stay away. She wont even sing anymore because her hearts not in it. So what is life. To me its just a place that you have to stay in until the day you die, a place where you live to find hope, make ur dreams come true, to fall in love, and to sometimes fall down, get ur heart broke. In the end ether ur stronger or die...