I’m such a sad girl that no one knows how I feel. Every single day I cry in my room wanting to end it all but to afraid. I’ve lost a lot of my best friends from this mental illness. Whenever I go somewhere I have sooo much anxiety it’s unbearable. All the medication I take and nothing works. I will never be fixed. I’m the only person in my family that’s broken. I’m just a waste of time and space. I’m socially awkward no matter where I am. I can’t tell anyone how I feel because they will think I’m doing for attention. Or that I’m doing it so people can feel sorry for me. I knew all of this would happen when I left high school. I had such amazing time there I would give anything to go back there. Why can’t I be beautiful. I lie to my therapist and say I’m fine because I’m afraid she will think I’m not trying and that I’m worthless. I just need someone to talk to without feeling that way. But I’m always going to feel that way. So I’ll just keep crying, cutting, smoking, taking meds, and trying to kill myself.