I’m not gonna reveal my name, but you can call me Justin. I’m 13 and I’ve been secretly depressed since I was 12. My life is good as a whole, I have loving parents, and a loving brother (and family), but I still don’t feel loved. They don’t know I’m suicidal, but they might suspect it. I’m not asking for sympathy, but I have been thinking about suicide ever since I entered this new Catholic school. I am 95% convinced that I’m bisexual, and I’ve told some of my friends. They support my sexuality, but I need someone. Someone to love. Someone to hug. My parents and my family will hug me, but I feel that their love isn’t special. I’m overweight, and at a school filled to the brim with rules, deadlines, and judgement. Mostly from girls. It seems that everyone else there is so thin, and in shape, and happy with their lives, and just so much better than me at everything. I doubt anyone at the school would notice or care if I died. I hate myself, my life, and I need someone. I have a crush on this guy that I’ve known for so long. He’s my best friend. I tell everything to him, but I don’t think he loves me. I can’t imagine how anyone could love me, with how fat, and annoying, and whiney, and ugly I am. I just need someone. I need him. Help me before I hurt myself.