No one understands me….

I used to be happy. I used to be full of joy. I used to be bursting with life. What happened? What made me feel this way, living with so much hate and emptiness? I’m an average person with nice friends, a caring family, and an endless amount of love in their heart, right? Wrong. That’s what people think about me, that’s what people believe that I am. Sadly, they don’t know the real me. In reality, I’m a wreck. I have had depression for a month, suffer from anxiety attacks, and lack motivation, not to mention the constant emptiness I feel. I recently started self-harm, cutting my knuckles and hands. Hope for me seems lost. According to my parents, nothing I ever do or say is right, and they constantly point out my failures. One night I got upset and actually admitted to cutting myself. They began to cry and told me to go upstairs to my room. I haven’t come out since, worried about what they’ll say to me when I do. My “friends” constantly reject me, or completely forget I’m in the room with them. School makes my life even more miserable, giving me huge amounts of homework and projects that trigger my anxiety attacks. Every night I cry myself to sleep, dreading having to survive another day of it tomorrow. I’ve never considered suicide before, and I don’t think I ever will, but I’m beginning to feel like a waste of space. I’m like a peice of glass with a crack down the middle, just waiting to shatter into a million pieces……. Thank you for taking the time to read this, it really means a lot to me to know that people care. : /