FRI(END)S

"I sat on my bed and cried. I felt so alone, so hopeless. I'm useless, retarded, I can't do anything right. No one cares about me. What can't I just be perfect? Why do I even exist? I wanted to cut myself until the last and final drop of my blood was gone from my body. I snapped out of it and lay on my cold bed crying." - Lupita Ruelas