I just want to die. I’m only fourteen but the only thing keeping me going is the fear of death, the pain my death would cause my loved ones, and the teeny tiny part of myself hoping things will get better. I have depression and really bad anxiety, the medication isn’t helping much, I hate my body and my face and all I can see when I look in the mirror is an ugly bitch. I’m smart but not smart enough for my standards, and I’ve been struggling at math so much that I’m starting to give up at school altogether and my grades have gotten worse all around, not just in math. I also suck at dance even though I’ve been trying my best and I keep getting put in classes with kids several years younger than me which just makes me feel worse. I hate being alive and I have no one to confide in because I have so much trouble opening up to people because of past experiences with other friends of mine. At this point I might just jump off of my roof or overdose on my meds I can’t handle living anymore.