Is there even a point?

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Is there even a point?

I don't want anybody to think I am posting this for attention. I am putting this here because I have nowhere else to let it out. I see no point in living anymore. I am fucked up and it's like I physically can't tell anybody that I need help. I rode home with my volleyball coach, and this woman is my second mom, it kind of feels like she is my real mom. I will go to her with anything before I go to my real parents. I have been contemplating telling her that I self-harm and need help and I have tried to a couple times, but I can't get the words out of my mouth. Sitting in the car with her and not telling her, I just felt so fake. I tried to tell her, but I physically could not do it. She is one of those people that without her, I probably wouldn't go to the school I go to now, I don't know how I functioned without her before. But I truly don't see a point in living anymore. I can't even talk to my best friend without crying, I can't go a day without cutting, hell even a couple hours. I have had to leave class and go sit down and in the bathroom and cut it has gotten that bad. I don't know what to do. Fuck my life.