I’d love to tell everyone that i’m doing fine, but I’m not. I’m just past the point of talking about it to the people I know; whats the point of you telling me I’m beautiful and wonderful and that I will be okay time and time again if i still don’t believe it. All that does is remind me of what I’m not. It just makes the fire stronger. I hadn’t harmed since may, when I broke down in a friends arms crying with bloody hands, I thought that was the end, I kept telling my self that I was okay over and over but apparently not enough. It was last Friday when I did it again, so angry that I couldn’t help it. I used a metal screw to scratch away at my hip but no matter how hard it dug or how many times i did it I couldn’t make myself bleed even though the skin was broken. I guess its a blessing that I didn’t, it was one of the least bad times. I’ve just realized how little worth my life actually has. I have two active friends in my life, my grades are shit, people still tell me I’m ugly… I just don’t know what to do. I could tweet that I wanted to die and no one would bother to respond. no one. The last thing I want to do is trigger other people with what I say, your life is SO valuable to me, when it isn’t to anyone else. if there’s anyone out there, anyone at all, I’d like to talk.