Dear someone:
You ever felt like everyone around you was so oblivious? Like you could ask for help and they would just dismiss you? Well, I did just that. I asked and was told to just tell my therapist next time I see her. I been thinking a lot lately and it's all too much. I'm trying so desperately to grasp onto something to stay here, and I go back to my sister every single time. But I'm not sure if even she can stop me. I'm sure she'll be fine without me. I know she would be sad for a few years but eventually the scar will heal and I will become nothing but a sweet bitter memory. She would then have her baby and husband to love and take care of. Who knows though. Maybe I will and maybe I won't. I been contemplating ending my story for a while. At this point, it's a matter of when. Don't get sad though. I'm not. It's life. Inevitably, you pass. I just so happen to like choosing when. Not wondering why or when, I want to go on my own terms. That's the beauty of it all. I get to decide.
Peace out,
Leia F.
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Dear Someone
Teen Fiction17 year old Leia Fisher has been living with her sister since her parents passed away. To deal with the grief, her therapist has advised her to keep a journal to track her thoughts and feelings. Or just to feel like someone is there.. But a there's...
