the other day I volunteered to help register people to vote , but I was nt feelinldg it . I feel very lost , in that , when I was in the funk , I felt a sense of belonging . I felt like sometimes my shoulder existed for the sole purpose of my true friends tears . I felt as though my twisted and warped sense of humor was cast in the thought of the people that I belong with .
According to the above context, answer the following question.
Why did I want to help ?


Because I do n't want people disenfranchised .