I keep snapping at everyone because I don't know what to do with myself. I'm tired of myself and my life. I don't know where to go or who to talk to. My family just assumes I'm just the bratty, moody youngest so there's no getting through to me. People don't even insult me, they just shrug and walk away. I get the world can't come to a halt for me and my problems but I feel so unmoored. I don't know where to go. There's no reprieve. I can't escape myself, even as my flesh itches like an ugly sweater. I'm so put off by my own life. Everything I do or am feels so wrong. But I don't know what is right. I can't tell if this is me, or me at my lowest, or what. I don't know what to do. I just keep waiting to die lwk.