I lost the value of life. I can't care about living anymore. Lust for death and thought of self-harm became regular ideas. I have no dreams. I'm in the most important year of my school. But studying or even going to school is hard for me. I was moved to a new city. I had no friends. Thought that it was a good idea to have some friends. But later I understood it doesn't help. It just cover the void for a time. Also when they meet without me, when they don't pick up when I call, when they don't respond to my messages right away, I starting to anxiety that they can't love me or that they are bored with me. I know this isn't true but I can't avoid this feelings. I started to cut myself and every time the cuts becoming more and long. I'm not 7/24 like this but I can't deny these.

What should I do? What's the point to be alive?