Love life? Friends? Depression? Death?

I used to think i would never be loved till i got a boyfriend. Well that was good until we needed "a break" I was depressed for a month that i was a bunch of things I'm not but deep down believe I am, like a slut a whore a bitch a drama queen an asshole. My boyfriend and I got back together a couple days ago I don't want to lose him a again. I don't want to suffer even though know and then i cut myself and threaten to kill myself. But i want to get better I'm trying to get better I know I'll never be fully healed but i try and my boyfriend is there to help me and I'm thankful for him and all my friends