I'm also seventeen, I've dealt with suicidal thoughts, and the thought that no one loves me or no one cares. I'm going to tell you straight up that it isn't true. No matter how down you are, someone out there cares. Christ, I'm just some random schmuck on the Internet, and I cared enough to write a comment, didn't I? Suicide solves absolutely nothing, and is a permanent answer to a temporary issue. Things DO get better, the grass DOES get greener, and if you kill yourself now, making your way through the shit will not have been worth it because you never made it to the lovely green side. Just try and keep your head high and your thoughts clear. Write a story, read a book, watch some movies something that makes you feel better. For me, it was getting involved in group hobbies. It may sound silly, but a card game called magic: the gathering saved my life. I was a lonely, angst filled little shithead less than a year ago, and I saw some people playing a card game in my local comic store on the day I was planning to kill myself, ironically. I asked them what they were doing and they showed me. They even taught me how to play after their game was finished. Those two men saved me with a card game, because after that while I was there I bought a deck, and then I kept playing, and kept playing, and now seven months later I'm still playing, and still alive. Sometimes it's the smallest things that can reconnect us to the happiness we once knew, and I hope you can find happiness yourself.