Not sure if I have depression. Been on zoloft for about a year when the school found out about self harm shit. Currently tapering off. Not sure why I never got to see a psychologist, though I'm on a waiting list for a gender clinic so maybe there'll be one there.

I feel like my impact on the world around me can be summarised to less than or equal to zero. I either serve as a complication to someone, or as nothing. No one around me cares about me, if they did, would I be spending everyday of school alone? Dumb lonely teen whatever im a stereotype. Why did I cut myself in class. I don't know what I was thinking. I was placed in a class for people struggling in school, which I wasn't by any means at the time, it made me feel humiliated,  i was missing a whole day of schiol a week because of it, yet I was too afraid to speak to a teacher to be taken out. Not like anything else had been going well at the tims, I was lonely and may have recently been encountering some form pf gender dysphoria, idk. What did I decide to do? Cut myself it seems. The inutual intention was just to gdt out of class, bleed a bit and ask for a bandaid, but did I know that I would eventually get found out? I had to, yet I was surprised when it happened. Now that teacher has to deal with having a kid cut in their class, i hope they don't feel responsible. From there what have I been, someone that people need to walk on egg shells around? Don't bother her because she can't talk, she's a freak, I don't know. I can't think of anyone who appreciates my existence, family maybe, but I honestly don't care. 

Bad formatting and maybe this doesnt belong here, its 3 am and I feel sad so idk