No one will probably see this Im getting so much worse. Alot worse. I don't know what to do I'm getting no genuine joy out of anything. I can't stop thinking about suicidal and my hypersexuality. I see everyone getting better getting better parents getting medicine. Hell I can't bring myself to ask for anything afraid I'll be babied or I'm being to much. I tell my self eat then not I stress eat then stop I hate it. I want to be that friend to help others who's there for everyone yet I can't even help myself anymore. And I hate sharing things. I hate that I trusted Eli and Ethan. I hate that I spent money on them I hate how I watch others vents just to know I should kms so they get more attention than me. I hate how my stomach makes a roll when I sit. I hate how I'm so sensitive and I scars it feels like I'm not trying hard enough to cut myself to do anything. I feel so worthless and I'm genuinely struggling I don't want to tell my friends and to scared to tell my family. I love you all