I don't know anything.

I don't know why I'm here.

I don't know if my opinions are right or wrong.

I don't know about my gender.

I don't know if I'm even depressed.

I don't know if I'm just faking it all.

I don't know if I just want attention.

I don't know if I'm worth it.

I don't know if running away is the right answer.

I don't know if there's anything anyone can do to save me.

I don't know why I even try anymore.

I don't know why I'm so idiotic.

I don't know who I am anymore.

I don't know how I'm supposed to survive high school.

I don't know math anymore.

I don't know history or science or gym.

I don't know why I'm still here or why I was ever here to begin with.

I don't know why I'm so insecure.

I don't know why I'm even writing this.

I don't know anything.