Cut so the part where my mom finds out. i cut my hand and she saw and told me to take off my hoodie and saw my scars. she started crying and was all like "why oh my god its all my fault" blah. blah. blah. so now hurting myslf has hurt another person, backfiring. yay. 

i dont know what to do. i feel so trapped and alone. i scratched myself until i bled subconiously and the whole class was looking at me.

I really hate my body and i am so ugly.

you know, i am tired. i am tird of pople asking why im sad, then if i mention them, they say that its me thats the problem, and thn when i say "nothing, just tired" or "im fine" they yell at me for not telling them anything. i am so fucking tired of everything. 

you think spiders are scary or something? you wanna know whats scary? being ready to fucking die at such a young age.

oh yeah, and on top of all that, my gender is changing so i think im trans. fucking dysphoria. fucking transphobe parnts. fucking life.