About one year ago, a fifteen year old girl died. her name: Lisa Marie she was a very lovely girl. She lived in Michigan. And hung herself in her own house. In her room, five days after her death, her mother found Lisa's diary. She wanted to know why Lisa hung herself. theses are the entries of her diary:
November 7,1999
Dear diary, today was my first day of school in Michigan. When I walked in the classroom some of the guys spit wads at me and called me a freak. That's the start of a bad day. Then some really popular pretty girls walked over to me and introduces theirselves. They told me that I was the ugliest thing they'd ever seen, and i started to cry. I went home and Jake called me.
I thought the day would get better. But he told me that long distance relationships dont work out. He lived in California, and I moved to Michigan.
Then I told him I loved him and that I missed him. He told me that the only reason he ever went out with me was because I was a joke, and he was dared to. Then he dumped me. We were going out for two and a half years!
November 9,1999
Today got a little better. I miss jake so much you dont even know diary!!!! But he even changed his number so I wouldn't call him. But the most hottest guy at school asked me to the dance! And those prissy girls that said im ugly let me hang out with them at lunch today. It was cool!!
November 10,1999
I'm crying right now... turns out that hot guy was a jerk at the dance he poured his punch on me, and those girls ripped my dress and everyone started laughing.
Then my grandma told me today that mom and dad got in a little car accident today at work. They're in critical condition, they might die. I can't write anymore.
November 11, 1999
Todays a saturday... but me and grandma were at the hospital all night long. Dad died this morning. Mom is going to live, but she's crippled for her life. I wanna die too. while we were at the hospital grandma found out that she had cancer in her stomach. She has to go on chemo-therapy.
I cant believe daddy died. I'm crying more then I have my whole life. I'm in shock. I cant write...I'm too tired. I need sleep.
November 12
Daddy is not dead! He can't be!
Its all a dream. My life is perfect. Jake still loves me. I can barely write. I'm crying too much. I wanna die. Take me. Bye...
One day later, Lisa was found dead in her basement. She had hung herself with a yellow rope. I am her mother. My name is Maranda Gonzalez.
The reason I wrote this e-mail to all of you, is because no one else deserves what my daughter had.
Please remember that everyone needs love. Everyone needs a hug everyday. No one should be made fun of, or insulted. No one deserves to die like Lisa did.
All of you please dont be the popular prissy girls that put other people down to make themselves feel better! Please dont be the awful posessed date for the dance that makes people cry.
Another sad but true suicide story
Since elementary school we had been close. She was a friend, a sibling. At times it seemed like she was the only one that was ever there for you. We laughed and played and did all that fun kid stuff.
Then in middle school she told me she was leaving. She was going to live at a residential school. I was out sick the day she left and never got to say goodbye. I missed her but life went on.
