...am hurting

My life isn't great. It's, complete shit, to be honest. I'm depressed actually.
My chest is hurting all the time, and I don't even know, for sure, why I'm so sad. It's like, nothing is wrong, but nothing is right either, you know? I have sacrs on my left arm. They're from a year ago, but lately I've been using some selfharm methods that doesn't leave permanent marks.
People know about my scars and so, but I don't really talk to anyone about them. I have one friend whom I can tell everything to, but I still feel ever so lonely.
I'm not a popular kid at school, I'm not pretty or skinny, I'm not that funny nor interesting to talk to. On the contrary I'm one of those people who are just there. I'm really not attractive, and I am fat, and not to mention my bad looks I'm socially awkward as well.

Hm, that's my life, but there will be loads of boring details later.
So to you, my non-existing readers, have a good night.