why arent i dead yet. everything sucks and my mental health is so so low. i cant eat in public (or anywhere). im cutting off my friends. nobody likes me for me. people use me for the name. and he....my one and only guy-friend that i actually trusted...said that i was stuck up and that i was too lucky for this life. too lucky for what though? too lucky to think abt death? too lucky to hate myself? tell me why. why im "too lucky"
