As the title says, it is worthless for me to keep trying, to keep myself alive. I urge myself for dying, for finishing all this.
My parents hate me , they just think I’m disgraceful, but that’s not really the point, I really have got over it from saying that they wish I was never born. My friends do know a bit about my life, but not enough. I’m tired of faking smiles to make people think I’m doing good. What’s the point of keep going? Even if I have support from others it won’t help at all. I self injure quite a lot, and I have tried to go further than injuries many time, but for some reason I’m always interrupted. I want to let go, and yes I do know what is wrong and what I need to know. But I seriously wish someone could listen, for once. To hear my real problems, to feel happy for once and not be faking. I want to end it now.