Dear Diary,
I crumbled.
I drowned.
I let go.
A human life is only one in billions.
I touched others, but not in a good way. Who would notice my absence? Missy would replace me and I would be free.
People should've realized what they did, and that's what I tried to convey with my last words.
Dear Everyone,
Please. Life has become too hard and all my exits are blocked. I cannot escape from this world of hurt and pain, some I've caused and others I've assimilated. I beg for you understand, or to step back and realize what you've done, or are doing. Words mean more than some think, and for that I have learned.
"Be careful what you say. You can say something hurtful in ten seconds, and ten years later, the wounds are still there." - Joel Osteen
Her words are true, and I still have my scars. But I won't have to wait ten years to see if they're still there; I won't have to go through all the heartache to see. I need you to grasp this so I can move on. I can't be tethered here wondering if you've moved on, which you will.
Mom, Dad, I need you to get this. I love you guys, but not even you could save me this time.
My schoolmates, don't let the social ladder define you. I know I've been rude and put you down, but don't ever let anyone do that ever again. Be yourself and embrace it; live life to the fullest. Something I could never do.
Missy and Callaway. Don't continue in my wake. Tear apart the labels that define us. Change our school for the better. Honor me, and live to be yourself and not be what people see you as.
Please understand my decision, and honor me.
Yours truly, with seemingly not enough love left,
Holly
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