Dear Carter

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{AN the book is going to be in Carters POV unless said otherwise}

Dear Carter,

My names Olivia, Liv for short. People know me as 'the journal girl' though. Do you know what its like to be known by something other than your name? It sucks. I bet they don't even know my name. Im either completely invisible or I'm the journal girl. I don't blame anyone for not paying attention to me, if I were them I wouldn't either.

I'm breathing, but I'm not alive. I don't even want to be. I'm not like the others, I don't want to be here, in this world, on this planet. I hate my life and everything about it. I have a corrupted mind and serious self esteem issues. I'm not pretty or skinny or good enough. I'm pathetic and worthless. I wish I would just dissapere, forever. I'm never happy and I fear I never will be. My life is horrible, I hate it. I hate myself. You see, My life's like a tornado, destructive, rough, confusing, irritating and meaningless. For me, living isn't something I want.