I'm OK.

I have to keep repeating it over and over again lest I really lose it and take my own life.

I left school today, crying like there's no tomorrow. Maybe there won't be. At this point, I just have to keep repeating to myself that I will be OK. I am OK. I am OK.

I just feel so alone. Undeserving. Unloved. Stupid. Worthless.

I'm OK. I just need to get over this. I'm OK.

I'll get my hair done tomorrow. Hopefully, that will raise my spirits up, even for just a couple of days.

I'm OK. I know I'm not, but I just have to constantly say it. I'm OK.