My parents don't trust me so they sit with me at the dinner table while I do online class, and they do their work. I don't pay attention in class they say, but even when they're there I don't pay attention. I just don't care. Life is a waste of time anyway, I'm just going to die. I hate that there's always someone watching me during class because during class I'll search up the saddest shit and I just want to break down and cry but I don't want my parents to try and comfort me. I don't need them to ask me what's wrong or why I'm crying. Like for fuck's sake I don't know! Ok!? I just don't know. I have so many problems and I know all of them but I just don't know which one it is this time and I really want to die but I know it's probably not the best idea so forgive me if I'm not good enough or I'm a disappointment because I'm trying to focus on not ending my life before it's even started. I'm atheist but I'm praying to god someone will come along and understand what the fuck I'm going through and understand that I'm this close to falling apart and no one will be there to put me back together.