I guess that the time when I was young and lived with Nan (while Mum lived the life of a 20-year-old at around double that age) really was important. No father, and a Nan as a Mum, and a Mum as a... who knows what she's trying to do. Live a life based on memories, I guess.
I put my family and friends before myself. I know that's gonna be my downfall in life, but it's who I am. Sometimes I wonder; if I was more insensitive to things, if I'd hurt myself a great deal less.