I don't want to be alive
I'm 11 years old and I hate my life. I'm not exactly sure why because I am popular and have a good family and so on. I just hate being. I cut myself and I've tryed committing suicide. I have a councilor. I'm imperfect. Most people say they are jealous of me. They say I'm pretty. But my mum always says that it's my thought that counts. My thought is I'm ugly. I'm fat. I'm not nice. And that no one will ever like me.