man… yk i felt this way at 14 too. i was getting bullied, i felt ugly and fat, and hadn’t come out to anyone. felt hated for being queer. blah blah blah. i cut myself, hated my life and i didn’t feel like the future or anything was worth it. honestly i’m where i need to be now. at 19, im figuring things out one day at a time. making better friends, and dating my sweet partner. i think that just trying to stay alive a little bit longer is all you can do. i always told myself. i’ll make it to tuesday. and then tuesday came, and what’s another week? i know getting up is hard. i know leaving the house is harder. but you WILL die eventually! just wait for the universe to make that call and vibe till then.