My life is a mess. I'm an unattractive slob who's too loud and can't keep her grades up in school. Everyone thinks i'm just going through a faze, but I'm not. I'm depressed, and no one cares about me enough to see it. They think i'm fine. They don't know that I hide in my room and cry all day because my life is worthless. The only thing that's made me even slightly happy or excited in the past two years was the idea that I would be able to go see my idol in concert this February, but my mom is taking that away from me. I'll just sit in my room and cut my arm open with a knife like I do every day, and still no one sees my scars. I have nothing to live for anymore. I don't care if I live or die.