Sometimes bad things happen to good people. Then the good people become bad. Not to others though, sadly to themselves. I became one of those people. It\'s hard being in a world where you have to always worry about if you\'re doing the right thing or if you\'re being everything someone wanted. It\'s hard having parents that never listened to you when you shared your feelings. You always became a burden, became something that made others feel as if they have to walk on eggshells; when in reality it was always you tiptoeing around trying to make sure that you hid the sadness, that you hid the scares that you placed on your body when the tears wouldn\'t stop flowing. Then came the drugs, and the drinking, finding someway anyway to make it all go away, so that you wouldn\'t be a burden anymore.