I hate everything and I fcking hate pretending everything’s alright. Everyone picks on me and if I slightly slip up they’ll get all offended and won’t talk to me. Also my little sister told me the other day that the SH cuts on my arm scare her so I have to constantly keep my arms and wrists covered with bandaids or gloves or sweatshirts and it’s like 80 degrees here so I hate wearing sweatshirts all the time. My mom’s been taking my phone and computer every day so I can’t use BP and I’m also worried about Maeve and Amy but I haven’t been able to talk to them online much. I hate this world so much like I never asked to be born wtf why do I have to suffer like this I don’t deserve to