does it ever get better?

Nobody in the real world understands. The few people that i have told about my cutting and suicidal stuff don’t understand. They don’t know how cutting could make me feel good. They don’t get how it would help me. They think i’m just out to get attention. They threaten to tell adults, so that i can stop “being such an idiot.” They hate me. Even the people who don’t know about it hate me. They say I talk too much. They tell me to kill myself in the shower. They say I’m fat. They tell me that I should be in a special house with mattresses on the walls for special people like me. They say I’m crazy. My mom says that I’m a slut, and a whore. I’ve never even kissed a guy before. My teachers say I’m disrespectful. They send me to the office for things my classmates blame me for. There’s a guy, he says he cares about me, he doesn’t. He’s constantly nagging me to have sex with him. I won’t give in. He seems to have made it his goal to make my life horrid. It’s track season. I promised myself that I wouldn’t cut during this time. But yet I can’t stop. I try to eat, but I’m never hungry. I’m 16. Does it ever get better?