I’m exhausted. Tired of feeling this awful burden upon me. Every night I fall asleep with hopes to never wake up. I have no drive to see my friends, to go to school, to do things I used to love. I wish to just sleep. My family says I am selfish, and feeling sorry for myself, and I want so badly for them to see how much I hurt. My acne has made me so self-concious, I feel ugly, homely, and alone. My friends are beautiful, they have boyfriends, social lives. I feel like stereotypical girl who sits at home on prom night. I hate how innocent children die everyday but miserable people like me are forced to continue living. I am to scared to kill myself; I don’t even know how. I don’t want to hurt the people I love, but I hurt so much myself. Sometimes I wonder where I’ll be in two years, or more, and if I’ll still be alive. Will I be better? Will I be pretty? Will someone love me? The thought of still feeling this way makes me cry harder. I’m exhausted.