I am new here, and don’t really know what to do. But I am going to just write everything I feel right now, and see where it gets me. I feel so broken and empty, and like I can’t take anymore of anything. I do self injure myself, and I have an eating disorder, which is nothing I’m proud of, but I can’t stop. I don’t know how. It makes me feel better when I do it, Its just like become a part of me, which is scary. Every day people make fun of me, and tell me that they wished I were dead, and that I’m fat and ugly and gross, and it brings me down so much. I hate myself, but hearing them say that just brings me down even more. I have a therapist, and I see her weekly, and I am forced to go to guidance every day because someone told tem about what I’m going through so they always want to talk to me. I am scared of dying, but more afraid of living. It hurts too much and I’m always crying and upset, and hiding in my room and closet and I can’t take this anymore. I feel like I’ve done so much and nothing is working ever. Help?