Anonymous
I want to die. I've felt this way since I was eleven. I don't know why I feel this way. I have a good life, I have amazing friends, and a beautiful girlfriend, yet here I am. My thighs covered in scars, both new and old, and my head filled with violent thoughts that I wish were not there. I'd say I have a nice family, but I don't feel like I can talk to any of them. My mother is emotionally unavailable and makes me feel shitty when I go to talk to her about how I feel, my step-dad is just an ass who does not give a shit about how I feel(or about how anyone feels for that matter), my bio-dad is amazing but doesn't do well with emotion, and I'm not sure how to talk to my step-mother about these things(I love her to death though). I feel so trapped in my own head, like my emotions are slowly tearing me apart. I hate this. Normally, I'm really strong when it comes to this, but I've honestly been slipping recently. I don't know how much longer I can go on. I feel so alone.