Please. Tell me they had it wrong. How can he be dead? He can't be. He isn't.
What's going on with her? Mom won't tell me. It sounds bad, but she won't say.
My life is taking a turn for the worse. I know why. It's my mind. The last chapter? Yeah, that's a conversation I had with myself.
I'm the problem. I obsess too much, I can't get over a death that happened over two months ago, I'm not doing well.
I like wearing the mask. It's gotten to a point where sometimes it makes me feel like I'm not completely screwed up. I am. I am completely messed up in the head.
He isn't dead. He isn't.
Mon ange, I love you.
