[FONT=""][COLOR=""][SIZE=""]Like the title says, what's even the point of living? It's not like anything I do actually does anything for anyone else, it's not like anything changes from me being alive for one year or ten years, it doesn't change the fact that I still die at the end either way. Besides, even if I feel accomplished for a few minutes, like getting a good mark on an assignment or something like that, it doesn't last, the feeling of why am I here, what am I getting out of this, what's the point? does. Its been getting harder for me every day, especially with all my assignments piling up, my parents not being accepting of me being trans, and all the other bullshit that happens day after day after day and every day at school, I look out the window and I get less and less scared. what do I do? I understand that I need help, these emotions are too much for me to handle but the last time I asked for help, my parents got mad at me and basically refused to let me out of their sight for 3 months, I cut myself and they constantly remind me of it purposefully when they say you did some stupid things when you were younger. Besides, the only difference between dying sooner or later is the amount of time you fuck around and wait for the inevitable.[/size][/color][/font]