Omg sometimes I feel so alone in this world I could kill myself. Makes me want to cut again. I want to die all the time. Pretty much im dead. Meds just make me crazy and stupid ppl in my family make me crazy. Being diagnosed w/ depression and anxiety is not fun. Everyday is torture. Nothing inspires me to live anymore. I hate my stepmom and I’m stuck being my dad’s perfecting, puppet. I feel like waking up is like awakening in a nightmare full of a darkness that harness over my body. Gripping me and keeping me in the dark.