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Please. Please somebody fucking help me. Exam seasons here, studying nonstop. I know I'm so goddamn privileged, I shouldn't be complaining. But it's hard not to. I was doomscrolling just now, only things I could find were just about the world and its problems. Wars. Rights. Discrimination. What happened to the app that used to be my escape from all this? Why is it pushing it back at me? What did I do to deserve this. I already know the answer to that. I exist. Apparently that's all it takes for somebody to hate me. Just being myself makes them hate me. Just being tired makes my parents hate me. Just not wanting to talk makes them hate me. God. My scissors are right there. I don't know what to do. I don't wanna eat I don't wanna talk I don't wanna do anything. And they hate me for that. Maybe their right. This world isn't worth living in. That hurts. I just wanna lie down and die. This is updated, no matter how long I feel like it's not long enough for you. I'm just so goddamn tired. Ow. Maybe I should stop. Their just there after all. No. No. This exam affects the rest of my life. That's not a joke. If I fail, I'm fucked. If I'm tired, I'm fucked. I talked to my brother a while ago, he said that 4 hours of sleep is what he got when he did this exam. I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna do this. I'm so fucking lazy. I just wanna fucking die. I keep procrastinating. Help me. Please.