Dear Death,
According to my (new) roommate's friend,
I have a problem.
So what?
Why should I tell anyone about my life?
Who cares about my problems?
I don't ask about theirs,
So why should I tell them mine?
I know I'm not normal,
But who said that he could talk to me about my life like that?
I'm a fifteen year-old freak,
It happens.
Love,
Hope Morris
