Dear Stranger,
I want to kill myself. I want to die. I just can't take it anymore. There's so much pressure on me. My whole future seems like a big black inkstain to me.
It was the loss of someone's life, unfortunately not mine, that destroyed everything, that destroyed me. Everyday I wake up and I want to start crying because I just hate everything and everyone. I don't understand what I'm even doing here. I'm just another victim of society. Another tortured soul on this planet as if there aren't enough. Like that guy from the bus. I can see his thoughts in his eyes. He has a tortured look in his eyes all the time. I wonder why. Maybe that's just the way he looks, maybe not.
Yours sincerely,
Casta
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Story Of Another Me
Teen FictionAbout the book: Casta is the latin word for innocent.We are all innocent children. We all grow up and realize that the world is a cruel place. Casta writes letters to an imaginary stranger. The letters describe how Casta feels about school, death, p...
