Dear _______,

Dear Mom

Hey mom,

We don't talk very much because you call me "needy", "spoiled", "a pain in the ass", and more. I forgive you I promise I'm just so sorry I'm here. I'm sorry you had to have me. If I showed you the cuts on my arms would you be happy? Be happy your worthless son is hurting? I bet. Maybe I should stop smiling if that would make you happy.
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I was taken out of my writing when Marshall walked over. Mom I know you want everything a secret so I slammed my book closed. "Whoa was that your diary dude?" Marshall asked. "n-no!! I'm a boy!! O-only chicks have diary's you dork" I stuttered out. Mom would you approve of him? Would you approve of the thoughts I have and the people I've met? He's walked me home for the past month haven't you noticed yet? Do you even care of pay attention to your only son? You watch me sometimes to observe me and what my hobbies are. When I was Little you'd sing and play the piano while I drew pictures for you. You put them up on the fridge but everything changed when you guys got caught by the police. At this point I had left the classroom to "use the bathroom" but I was really going in there to hide the tears and the pain I started feeling when I remembered the good times.