I don't get it. I'm 18. Thin, very petite, 5'3 and 107pounds. I have bright red hair and small adorable facial features. I have been told I am beautiful, sexy, cute, and hot. I smile and say thank you when people tell me I look great or they love my dress. I have money. I have things. I have (had) the best boyfriend ever. I have a family who loves me very much. I have friends who care. I am intelligent, my marks prove it. I'm bipolar. And covered in scars. Why do I want to die? I have everything, freedom, beauty, brains, and love. What more could I want. Yet, why can't I find a reason to live?