Dear... Those It May Concern
I think everyone just assumes I'm handling things just fine. But every time I think about the future for more than a minute I want to claw off my own skin and curl into a ball to die. I can't stop self harming, it's the worst it's ever been, and I don't have anyone I can ask for help from. I want to kill myself but I know it would tear my family apart. Despite that, them being in another country implores me to do it because I feel like it will hurt them less. I feel so completely alone and forgotten.