Why

What's the point in going on when there is nothing left for you here? Today alone I have lost three friends because no one really cares. I've been going through hell for who knows how long and I feel so alone. Maybe I should just end my life. Make everyone happy. Someone actually said I was lying (again) about being sexaully harrassed at school. Yet another one of my "friends" saying I'm lying and says "he's a good person, he wouldn't do that" but I'm the only one who knows the truth. Everyone says it's teenage boy horomones if they do believe me, but that doesn't give him the right to do what he's been doing. I guess, maybe there isn't any hope left for me. I always wonder what the point is, now I realize there isn't one. Giving sounds easy and like a good idea. Maybe I should. Not like there's anything left for me here.