Please just read, i need help
I hate my brother, he did things. He is my stepbrother. I want to die, I want my life to be over. I hate my sister too, my step sister. I hate the things they did to me, the things I felt. I was and am to young. I want to take back what I did with my exboyfriend, I was to young, I was stupid. I want to take back my life, and what I've seen. I want to be someone, I want to be numb, and forget the pain. Why do I exists? I didn't ask for this, I didn't as for this ugly face or this body. I didn't ask for a disgusting litter brat of a sister, or a big step sister who is gross and a bitch and touched me, and a brother who touched me and is a fucking jerk and is going to die soon because of smoking. I didn't ask for a best friend who only want to be with her boyfriend now, I didn't ask to be shy or have depression or anxiaty or fucking have to talk to an imaginary friend. I didn't ask to be homeless for two years, or lose my virginity to my ex who was way older, and should have know. He should have known not to, and I shouldn't have made the mistake, and I want to die. I shouldn't have to go threw this. I shouldn't have to be confused about my sexuality, or my gender, or how gross I feel. I want to die and go to heaven, I shouldn't have had to give up my dogs or my cats. It's my fault for all of this isn't it? Why did my grandma have to smoke behind my back, she might die too. Why do I have to share a room with a lying sister who probably masturbates like a fucking slut and talks to boys religiously who are like 90 times older, and change boyfriends every second. Why do I have to lose hope, why do I even have hope? Why can't I help anyone or make friends? I'm scared of school, and I'm scared to talk or to even ask for directions in a gas station. Why am I ugly? Why can't I be pretty and a good actor and model? Why do I feel like no one really cares. I'll never meet anyone famous, or be anybody. I'm 14, and my life is already ending. I've seen a lot of shit, been threw so much, in just 14 years. I've done things at a young age that no one should do. I've been hurt, and I want to die. I'm a burden. Does anyone else feel this way? I'm to scared to continue...