I'm fucked. I'm absolutely fucked.

I cut my wrist again. Fuck fuck fuck. It's bad. It's only a matter of time until my parents find out. And when they do... they'll be so mad. They are similar to cat scratches. Fuck. My left wrist is covered in them. I'm wearing a hoodie and socks to cover all the scars up. Ugh! What do I do.
I still feel like it's not enough... like I needed to keep going.... it felt good.
But I CANT!!! AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO.

Suicide is not an option for me. I'm not leaving this earth (yet). And I need to get help. But... that's going to be hard. My ankle's scars have been cleaned four times. My wrist has been cleaned twice. My ankle's scars are only 24 hours old. And my wrist scars are maybe six and a half hours old. I want to keep going.

Stress from school.. the constant teasing.. is overwhelming. My humanities teacher scares the shit out of me. ANY wellbeing people scare the life out of me. I'm SCARED OF MY SCHOOL'S STAFF!!! I have no one. No one to turn to. I have mini panic attacks when people ask about the scars on my wrists.... and they always believe my excuses. I'm scared of people. My so called "friends" HATE ME!!! THEY BULLY ME BEHIND MY BACK AND MAKE FUN OF ME FOR WHO I AM!!! I WANT TO DIE!!! JUST LET ME CUT AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

....i'm sorry. I'M SO SORRY.