Because there are people who still need me. I have no wish to live in this world one minute longer than I have to. I pray to God daily that, as soon as I've done whatever it is I need to do, that he'll take me. But if I ever wind up truly alone, I'll be gone. This world has nothing for me. I've been holding on ever since I realized I was different, and it's left me weary, cynical, grumpy, and bitter, far beyond my years. I'm not happy. I stay here not for myself, but for others I can help.