I think about suicide but I know I’ll never do it. I think about cutting but I’ve never done it. No boy has ever liked me for me. I think deep down my parents hate me. All my friends secretly hate me. I have gross eczema everywhere. My sister doesn’t like talking to me cause I’m annoying. Everyone hates me and it sucks cause I know why and I try to change but I can’t. I want to die like everyday but I know I’d never do anything to make that happen so there’s no point in telling anyone. I dont worry about anyone finding this because no one would care enough to look and besides I want it to be found. I need someone to save me cause I’m drowning. But don’t we all? Aren’t we all? You’d be lying if you said I was wrong.