Dear Carter,
Today was a bad day. I was suspended for 'lying'. I tried to tell the principal about this boy, Drake, touching my boobs, because he did touch them. They didn't believe me so I was suspended.
Gosh, I'm so stupid. Why did I think someone would actually care? Nobody cares about me. Nobody ever will. Im the pathetic worthless girl. Nobody likes me, they all want me gone. Even my parents. The only one who actually cares is Andrea, but she's probably pretending. I understand though, because I hate myself too. I wish I could just die. I'm so tired of living. I cut 5 times today, 5 different times. I'm getting really bad and I can't stop it. Nothing can. I just want to die.
-Olivia
I slammed the book down and threw it on the bed. I ran a hand through my hair and groaned. I punched the wall, and kicked the table.
"FUCK" I yelled, angrily. Matt came running in and stared at me, wide eyed.
"Whoa dude calm down." He said, grabbing my shoulders and sitting me down. I shook my head, pushing him away and storming out of the room. Not being able to help her was killing me. I had to do something more.
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Dear Carter
Teen FictionWhat happens when a journal with all of a depressed teenage girls secrets gets lost in the streets of LA?
