Dear Carter,
Today me and my mom went out for lunch. While she went to the bathroom, I got food spilt all over my clothes. I remember the waitress saying, and I quote
"Sorry, but dont worry they were ugly anyway just like your face."
She's right, I am ugly. Everything about me is ugly. Everyone hates me, maybe I should just die. I should just do them all a favor and kill myself. Nobody would even notice my disappearance. They wouldn't notice that I'm gone; they don't even notice me when I'm here. I can't take this pain anymore..
-Olivia
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Dear Carter
Ficção AdolescenteWhat happens when a journal with all of a depressed teenage girls secrets gets lost in the streets of LA?
