God I feel disgusting. I feel terrible in my skin. I cut myself and try purging but I feel this mold inside my chest. I hate my life. I hate myself. I hate people. I hate that I'm not dead yet. I hate my name and my pronouns and my looks and my personality. The one girl I can ever talk to has been shut out because of my parental controls. I'm in secondary school for fucks sake. Why do I want to rip my heart out and die? I'm scared of death but I plan my own anyway. I'm scared of loosing people when nobody's scared of loosing me. I can't cope with myself. If I tell any pther people my parents will find out. People will avoid me. My school will single me out. I can't fucking do this. I know how I can kill myself. I need that day to arrive sooner. To whoever is reading this, I'm sorry you had to listen to a whiny little selfish brat. I'll be gone soon, so if someone out there cares, save this message as a suicide letter.