Dear Journal,
Today is my 10th birthday. I guess other kids would be happy about this, but not me. How could I possibly be happy? I’m an orphan now, that’s what my cousins call me. I tried not to cry but I did. I cried so hard that my eyes felt they would fall out. I feel like this is all just a bad dream that I will wake up from.
Sometimes I feel the people around me have no hearts. My cousins constantly pick on me, still. Even after everything that has happen, they won’t let up. My Aunt Ronnie is never around. Always at work or in her room crying about mom. Doesn’t she see that I feel the pain too? I’m crushed, but no one seems to care.
I saw a razor in the bathroom this morning and I took it. I’m hiding it under my pillow. Don’t tell anyone Spirit! I’ve heard that people cut because it takes away the pain. I’m going to try it, maybe it’ll take mine away too.
I have to go now, it’s time for school. Two more months left.
Your Best Friend,
Valerie
P.S. How deep should I cut my first time?
