Aggh!

I would come up with a better title if that one didn’t fit so well.

I cut myself.
but cutting, to me, isn’t serious. It gets a larger reaction than it deserves and I just do it for sympathy. I never feel anything when I cut. I only feel when I’m laying on my bed weeping my eyes out until my tear ducts are completely dried.
I blame it on hormones, being a teenager, ect. I can’t take myself seriously. I don’t have a good reason to cry. Why do I take everything for granted? Why can’t I appreciate what I have. Why don’t I feel anything but emptiness and sadness.

And for some reason it annoys me when people try to help.
They don’t really understand, as foolish as that sounds, it’s true. They can’t relate.

That’s why I’m posting here. I’m hoping someone who understands will help.

I really don’t want to resort to suicide again, I want to be happy and carefree. But I can’t see the good side of things. I can only see the bad in the world.

If you want to talk, post your email. I’ll listen to you if you need help, but I can’t guarantee a good response.