Unwanted, everyone feels this way at one point of their life. But this is not my story, or my neighbors teen daughter going through a break-up story, this is about the happiest person I knew, the one nobody ever asked if she was okay because we just "assumed" she was always okay. My best friend, Carolinne Brooklyn the choices she made, how they affected us, and the "diary" she left me. See that's the funny thing about assuming, we can "assume" the popular girls are the happiest girls, but I bet you 90% of them are on antidepressants and birth control secretly listening to punk music like 5s.o.s or Pierce the Veil instead of the happy and bubbly crap people think they listen to. The followers may be lacking love. They follow because they want to fit in because they never felt like they belonged, maybe they even lost a close one, maybe a mom. Remember that little girl who was so happy in second grade? 8 years later she may be wearing long sleeves in the summer because she is hiding scars. But your best friend is the person you should know, or at least the person you think you know. I thought everything was okay with Carolinne, you know I find so much irony in this, her name is supposed to mean happy or whatever but she was probably the saddest person in the whole school. What I learned about this whole experience is that its not a matter of having parents who hate each other or people bullying you so that you can be depressed it's a matter of how much you like you, how much you accept yourself, if you even do. That was the problem with Carolinne she acted so happy so that she didn't have to worry anybody with what she called "her nonsense".Carolinne kept everything inside so that everybody else could be happy, look where that got her.
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Mrs. Unwanted
General FictionLexi had a perfect life until her best friend Carolinne took her own life. Carolinne was her whole life and once she died Lexi felt like her whole world was falling apart. Lexi read all the notes Carolinne writes her till the day she died