Let's Pretend I'm Okay

"What do you mean your sending me to a mental hospital?" I screamed at my mother who looked at me with tears in her eyes holding up my suicide letter and a Baggie full of blades.
"You need help dear." My mother said standing up. I glared at her with tears in my eyes and crossed my arms.
"And when the hell did you decide to care?" I asked her and stood up and ran to my room. I laid on my bed and plopped my earbuds in and blasted Bring me the Horizon.
My name was Savannah, and I was sixteen years old. I've had an eating disorder since I was in sixth grade when I would start skipping meals. I soon became anorexic then in eighth grade I thought becoming bulimic would get the extra fat off my body. I self harm everyday. No one cares I mean let's be honest, there's so many kids out there who self harm or are suicidal, well what makes me so special? My mom doesn't give a fuck about me. I know the only reason she was doing this was because of her damn reputation. I live in a small town, where everyone knows everyone. I hate them, and they hate me but this is my town. Anyway I've been bullied from a young age which is part of what brought all of this on. I hate myself and think I'm the most worthless person to walk the planet. My dad left when I was little so there's that. I have long pink and black hair with bangs that swoop over my face. I wear a jean size 2 and still think I'm not good enough. I have icy blue eyes.
I mean okay maybe a hospital wouldn't be so bad.
I don't want the help though I don't need it I put myself in this position I can get myself out. My mom said she's taking me tomorrow. Well fuck that shit!

So erm yeah first time writin on here c: hope it'll be good and people actually like it I mean normally chapters shall be longer but I just wanted to give writing on here a try c: so thanks guise
I'll probably update again tomorrow bye!