First of let me just say most of you will think that this story is stupid or will dismiss me because I’m only 16. I’m not a big business man who’s business has gone bust or some Middle Aged man who’s wife and kids have abandoned him.
No I’m just a regular teen but the shit I’ve been through still hurts.

Idk what to do anymore, my life is feeling very worthless and I honestly feel like I’d be better off dead.

Ever since I was a kid I’ve had pretty bad anxiety, it’s not constant but it comes in waves occasionally but when it does come  it’s quite bad to the point where sometimes I can’t even leave the house. My entire life I’ve been a sensitive kid and I’ve always tried to help people out and make people happy at school and I used to have a lot of friends. Because of this one of my friends (who we’ll call Mike for the sake of this story even tho that’s not his true name) got jealous and decided to spread a rumour About me. I think the rumour was that I’d tried to get this girl to cheat on her bf even tho I didn’t know this girl or the guy I’d supposedly tried to get her to cheat on. From that moment on I lost friends and he gained them, he stole a lot of my social life and although it might sound like stupid kid drama to u, me being sensitive and also my anxiety mixed with this led me into a depression. 

I still had some friends so I wasn’t too bad tho however soon that also changed, I found out one day that they were all talking shit about me behind my back saying how they hated me and how I’d be better of dead. This really hurt me and sent me even further down into the abyss. In the space of 1 year I’d lost my friends, my girlfriend, my best friend and most damaging of all… my will to live.

I’ve never been hugged and been told that it’ll all be okay, my family just kinda dismisses it as ‘teenage angst’ and my old friends just didn’t really give a shit. I’ve had a few girlfriends in the past aswell but I never felt like they actually cared due to me overthinking and I can’t really blame them for leaving me as I can imagine I was probably a lot to deal with.

I just wanna feel loved, I want my old life back.

So many people have tried to convince me that I’m a bad person that I’m starting to believe it and it’s made me hate myself even more and want to die. After all if people would be better off if I was dead, Is there even a point in me living?