I don’t know what to feel like. I cut. I’m trying to talk to my friends about it but one of them cut because I did and the other threatens to if I don’t stop. I do it because I feel fat and worthless, I’m angry, and I love it. I’m sick of myself. I don’t know what’s going on anymore with myself. I wish nobody cared about me at all. I don’t want to be loved. I would instantly trade places with my friends if I could. I wish I could help them. I really do. But I’m worthless. I can’t help anybody. I’m a fucking waste of space. People think I’m okay because I supposedly look like I’m fine. But I’m not. Everything’s falling apart. I wish I could end it all.