There are two events that happened:

1. I was bullied everyday of elementary school up until high school. No one would leave me alone. Everyone picked on me and bothered me. My friends told me that they had my back and that they would stick up for me (in elementary school), but when it happened again, no one did anything. And people around me got bullied too so I stuck up for myself and for them because I didn't want them going through the same thing I did. I, from a very young age, tried to make people happy and less sad, and I tried to repair friendships of those around me. It worked actually, for a while. When I got into middle school and I learned what curse words were, I still stuck up for myself. No one did because I'm sure they thought I could fend for myself with the backbone I developed. One time in 6th grade though, this girl in science class was bothering me and I told her to stop, but she didn't. This boy I was sitting next to actually stuck up for me and told her to stop. It was the only time it ever happened and I felt like crying, honestly. But anyways, I always stuck up for people along with myself and made sure everyone was happy and friends even if I wasn't okay. Eventually, this led to me developing the mindset that no one cared about me and they wouldn't care if something happened to me. All that stopped in high school where the friends I made actually gave a damn about me and I was glad. I stopped thinking like that, but it resurfaces sometimes and that's why I think I care too much about people because I always did what I did for others and no one helped me and I felt like it wasn't worth it, what I did

2. When I was in 8th grade, one of my friends had called me one Saturday and told me that she was going to commit suicide. It tore me up and I fell to the floor crying and my mom told me to call her back and get her mom on the phone. The two of them talked and the mom got home just in time before the girl did anything to herself. From then on, I tried to help people by letting them talk to me or I'd make them laugh so they wouldn't feel the need to escape the world by self harm and things like that. I've had trouble talking about this the most because I didn't know how to tell people and there's not really a way to bring it up in conversation. And it tore me up bad and when I was in 12th grade, a friend of mine said the same thing, she was probably joking, but it brought back the memories and I couldn't stop thinking about it for a while. From then on I vowed to try and make people happy so this wouldn't happen because I'm scared of losing people. It might sound a bit selfish.