Dear World,

I don't know what to write, today I just sat in bed and ate cake. I didn't cry or anything, I just sat there, in silence, soaking up the emptiness that I feel deep within my soul. Every other day, nobody texts me or says hi. Nobody says I love you, nobody says I miss you. Today they decided to talk, the day I had without my obnoxious family, the day I had alone. They said they missed me. They said they loved me. They said hi. Yet all they did was say it. They don't really mean it, they only say it to make sure you're not going to attempt to jump off of the school building again. They think I will sometimes. I only stand up there, because it gives me a rush and it shows me how close to death I can get. I don't jump, because I want to prove that I can die whenever I want and that their words don't truly matter, because I know what I could do if I wanted to ruin them for their treacherous words that skin me like daggers. I don't let them see me break, I don't let them know that their words really do kill me. It's only on the inside, where they cant see it. Its worse that way, because nobody knows you need help. Everything will be okay, that's what people write in songs, books, and poetry. Its n to going to be okay with me, don't you get it? Of course not, because you're happy.

Yours, Cassee

Yeomaltese's Dear Diary