I’m stuck in this place between knowing that society thinks I need help and knowing that nobody could possibly help me at this point. I’m stuck in between this place of knowing this gets better and hating my life so much that I want to die and end the pain. I’m stuck in between this place of knowing that someone, somewhere, cares about me, and the realization that nobody around me loves me anymore. I’m stuck and I don’t know what to do. I want to end my miserable existence, but I’ve failed 27 different suicide attempts and obviously, that won’t work anymore. The man I thought I loved only loves himself. The mother I thought loved me decided that going to rich neighborhoods and picking up a new (and unnecessary) television was more important than spending time with me, even though I was taken from her as a baby. I just want somebody to come and help me end my miserable and pathetic existence. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I want to love somebody who loves me, but that’s not happening. I’m just too strange, too weird, too different for anyone to ever look past that and see that I am just a girl who needs love like everyone else. I feel so alone and this never gets better. I want out. Please. Somebody help me end my pain. Nobody loves me anymore. I can’t live like this. I am begging at this point. Somebody, please help me.