A/N: I'm writing this on a kindle in a car while being smushed in the back seat. Here it is.....
My name is unimportant.
So is my age.
I'm only writing this because I have to.
They said to tell about my life and stuff.
I don't really want to.
My life isn't interesting.
Nobody cares,anyway.
Nobody cares about me being beaten every night.
About the " cat scratches" that adorn my wrists.
I guess you do considering you read all of this.
I don't know why.
Maybe you can relate to me.
Being alone all the time.
Losing hope.
Easily.
You have to keep going, though.
Even though it may seem that all is lost,
It's not.
You matter.
I don't know what your family is like.
Maybe you think they won't miss you.
Maybe you think your friends won't give a crap if you die.
I can promise they will.
If they don't,
Think about someone else.
What about your little sister?
Little brother?
What about the neighbor kid?
Who has no friends except you?
If you died, they probably would copy you.
Do you want that?
To be responsible for a child's death?
I'd hope not.
Remember, there is always someone who cares.
Always.
