Dear World,
Is it just me, or do people hate when your real? Thats okay ill be real anyways. Im sitting on my bed crying, because ive just lost everyone, and its finally hit me on how i have nobody left. My "bestfriend" Daiseymay decided to date my crush, a month after my ex boyfriend cheated on me with her. Shes gone, she just left me becasue for once in my entire goddamn life, ive let myself call her out on her bullshit. She clearly didnt like that. I like being real, it hurts but its really real. My mom stopped loving me and started lying to me when i was 9 years old. My dad gave up on us and retorted to drinking beers everynight and passing out on the couch. My friends never stuck around because im weird, and awkward, and if im not awkward im a straightforward bitch. I just, well i wish i didnt exist, not that i wish i was dead, just that i never existed in the first place. People are all horrible, and the only good ones, never make it. This world is cold and cruel and dosent want us to be happy, not even for a second.
-Yours, Chloe, not Cassee.