Everything. I just few useless. I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself, I’m going to end up drowning in problems I’ve caused to myself, it’s an endless cycle of getting better, getting worse, getting support, but it never stays. I feel like people only help me and notice that I’m not doing well if I mess up. And nothing helps. I escape with music and videos and drawing, but it’s not helping. It’s a temporary distraction to ignore my problems, and without them I am just left to think of my failures. I’m a burden. I get angry easy, I get sad easy, I get everything easy. And I can’t even control it. That’s the worst part. My emotions hurt others, I can’t even hold in a few harsh words, I can’t control my facial expressions, I’m a bitch. But what reasons do I have to be sad? I have a good family. I have a house with my own room, and so many devices. I’m not poor or starving, I have a shit ton of clothes, I get high grades. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. And I can’t figure it out