I want to die, again.

I want to die. I have everything. I have a father, a mother, and a brother. My father supports me and he gives me everything I need. And all that makes me feel even more miserable. I have more than some people can’t even dream of having. Some didn’t even have parents, ever. My father was right, I am indeed a piece of shit. This is getting worse and I just can’t take this pain. There is something missing in my life and I don’t understand how God gives so much to some and so little to others. My friend, who has a boyfriend, cheats on him anytime she can. And me, I just want someone to love me but, no. Life is unfair and I just don’t want to live anymore. I am ungrateful, I know. But eventually I’ll kill myself. I feel so miserable, I don’t want to do anything. I want this to end for once. I’ve been bullied all my life and I’m too damn shy. People telling me how to act or do this, do that. I can’t take all that anymore.