January 1, 20xy
It's a new year. Nothing has changed. I still feel horrible. They're still horrible. My friends aren't my friends anymore. They laugh at the sick things they say to me. I wish they understood. I know they never will. It's never hurt to hope though, has it?
~Sam
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The Mask She Wore
RandomThe journal of a girl who broke her facade, and regretted it. Trigger Warning-Cutting, Suicide
