Sometimes it feels like no one cares. No one wants me here. I hope that’s not true sometimes, but I know it is. And I can’t handle it. What do I do? I want to cut, but if I do, my best friend will be mad. I think I’m going to but everything is exploding in my face, and I can’t stop my life from falling apart. What did I do to deserve this? Am I a mistake? Do I deserve to die?
So the other day, my family and I went out to dinner. My dad is very critical of depression, and somehow it came up. He started going on about suicide. He said that suicide is immature and stupid, and basically that anyone who attempts or does commit suicide, is pathetic basically. And I’ve been struggling with depression, so I feel like if I commit suicide, he’ll just be critical. He doesn’t care. And half my friends hate me because “I’m so freaking stupid and I need to get over everything or kill myself.”