The moment you realize no one loves you, and you want to die. But then you think, if no one loves me, who would care? You may not have a person that you know loves you. But what about those people who are to afraid to talk to you, because they know how amazing you are? The people who watch you walk by, thinking, "I want to be like her (or him)  some day... "? The people you help on a daily basis, with the words you say to them, or just giving them a small smile? Will those people care? Do they love you? Ask... before you jump.

-Rachel Smith
(AKA, GreekGeekChase. A girl who has had to ask herself this a couple of times.)