I'm sorry

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Dear anyone out there,

My sadness has become an addiction. When I'm not sad, I feel lost. I start to panic trying to find my way back which leads me back to my original state, sadness.

I try to dream that way I can escape from life, but it's not enough. Even sometimes when people hit me or cut me it makes me feel relief, like the fifty-pounds is no longer holding me back.

The bully that I wrote to you about earlier in the other letters, she locked me in a closet for about three hours. I was going crazy. I couldn't take it no more, I tried to find something, anything, but found nothing. My knuckles were bleeding from pounding non-stop on the metal door and my voice is weak from yelling, I yelled way more than I should have.

I just gave up, I sat on a bucket and thought and remembered all of those funny and amazing memories. That was when I laughed, smiled, when I was cared for, loved for, and even when I was happy. Now all it'll take is just a tiny smile or hey that would make a slightest bit of happiness come from my mouth. I really wish there was someone that could make me smile, glow, laugh, and be happy like I used to.

It's hard to forget the memories that people have you to hold on to and remember.

Yours truly,
Sara