The sun might be shining ,but it's stormy each and everyday of my life.. .What crime have I committed ?,who have I offended ?,she asked herself over and over , but no one answered . it seems as if life itself had grudge against her . I'm fed up ,why is it that every wicked thing is for me , day in day out I cry with no one to comfort me ,I get drunk ,take drugs but still this pain won't go away . Why should I care about ,respect this miserable life I live ,all the men I meet pretend to love me ,sleep with me then bad mouth me ,why do I hold on to this life .Though I'm breathing ,inside I'm dead ,this is too much for one person ,I have to do myself a favour and end it once and for all , it's not like anyone Love's me enough to mourn or miss me even if I die ,I...