I want help, but I want to carry on with this alone. I want my parents to realize that I’m not OK, but I don’t want them to get into my issues. I want to be with my friends, but I feel like I’m in other dimension whenever I’m with them. I want to love myself, but I have never hated me so much. I want the voices in my head to shut up, but they’re the only actual company I have. I want to die, but I want to live.