I have nothing to live for now but I need to make it to the 26th of November. The concerts over. I know that no one actually cares. All of my friends are sick of me, I know it. They will never like me back. And now school is starting and I have nothing friends, I look like a fucking freak, and no one will ever live me for who I am. I’m a fucking waste of space, a stupid rag doll that’s only played with when someone has nothing to do. I fucking hate myself so much. Maybe when all my flesh rots off of my bones and I become one with the soil and plants in the forest will I actually be beautiful. When my rot creates something people like. But I can’t do it just yet. I need to make it to their birthday, I need to give them one last hug goodbye. Please help me please help me please I can’t go back to therapy, they only made it worse, please help me please.