Alone

I have nobody to talk to. My best friend can't hang out with me, because her mom thinks I'm a bad influence. I recently started to cut myself again. The first time was my 11th birthday. I have gone my whole life hating my family for no apparent reason. I don't care whether or not I die. I might kill myself sooner or later. I really wish that I had someone to talk to that WON'T JUDGE ME or CHANGE THE SUBJECT! I hate my life and that's the end of it.             

                                                    THE END (So far)