January 17, 20xy
It seems to grow worse with each passing day. No one cares. I have no one. I have no use. I miss how it used to be. When I had my mask I was happy, and even if some were a bit afraid, it was still okay. Now I'm the one who is afraid. At least they had someone to help quench the fear. I have no one. Not anymore. I wish I didn't exist.
~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
