dead is there for a long time on purpose)) I'm dead- I know I am. It feels like it and it explains everything and I hate feeling like I'm dead but it's true and I try to prove it sometimes by trying to cut my arms and legs off. No one believes me when I say it. My parents say I'm overreacting and I know I'm dead. No one in my life is real. I feel like everyone around me is trying to attack me and torture me. I'm never safe, even in my own home. I hate being transgendered I wish I were cisgender and straight. I'm failing most of my classes because of all this pressure on me and the constant panic attacks and I've tried to commit "oof" many times to just prove that I can't die because I'm dead. Everyone thinks I'm perfect but I'm mentally unstable and I bring myself down. I pressure myself the most and I'm friendless so pretty much I don't have a future.
