Please let me fucking die. I’m tired of this world. I’ll never belong anywhere. I’ll always be invisible. I’ll always be ugly. There’s no point in living if I’m constantly lonely and depressed. I don’t understand why my family loves me. Why cant they see me for the worthless piece of shit that I am? Why do I hate myself so fucking much? No one can help me if I cant help myself. I hate myself. I am worthless. I am worthless. I am worthless. Nobody on this godforsaken planet should give a shit about me. I contribute nothing to this world. Only negativity and pessimism. There’s too many good people in this world for anyone to give a shit about someone like me. I tried. I tried so fucking hard. My therapist said that I no longer needed to see her because I had learnt to effectively control my suicidal ideation. I lied to her so that I could save her time. A person like me doesn’t need saving, a person like me needs to fucking die. There’s so many people who have suffered trauma and gone through the most terrible shit that I can’t even imagine having to live through. I can’t take away resources from them. I’ve had nothing but the most perfect life. There’s no reason I should be this way. I never had a chance. Nothing will make me feel better. Nothing can fix me. I’m so broken. I’m defective. I want to jump off the tallest building on campus but I’m too much of a fucking coward. So I’ll just sit here and cry instead.