He was asking me about cutting, about all of the things I do to myself and others and then he said something, I can't remember what, about a waste of time. I'm a waste of time. I want to just quit and make it all go away, I want to fall asleep and never wake up. I don't want to die, it's just that I can't go on living. I have no friends except for one person, one person who I recently fucked up with. It's my fault and maybe if I weren't such a waste of space things would be different. School is a torture every day, and home is the same, if not worse. I always have to be okay, have to keep telling myself "I'm okay, I'm okay" because if I don't then my parents will know, and if they know then I'll never be able to do it. I wish it would just lift off of me, like a weight being lifted from my shoulders. But it wont. So I think I'm going to kill myself.