Sometimes I feel the most alone person in the world. No friends and no one who cares about me. My mother is a fanatic religious who doesn’t accept me as a woman and keeps insisting on treating me a way a hate. She knows I hate it and that makes me feel even more sad, but she doesn’t care. She won’t chance because of her imaginary friend. I tried so hard to be well this year, to feel better, but I keep walking in circles, always ending where I began. Last week I felt that wish to cut myself again after one year and I’m thinking again about suicide. I always feel like my life won’t change no matter how I try. It’s like if I don’t fit this world. I would like to sleep and not wake up again because when I’m awake I feel like I’m living a nightmare.