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She was right. The diary did help. A little bit.

I went down stairs and got something to eat. The doorbell rang steady three times yesterday, but I kept ignoring it. I didn't want to talk to people. Honestly I just want to die, to be with my parents. I'm not going to school today. I have no one to come and tell Me to 'get the fuck up'

01:08

From: Mikey

Where are you?

01:10

From: Mikey

Are you dead?

I wish.

01:17

From: Calum

Where the Fuck are you?

01:20

To: Calum

Home.

I don't want to talk to people,That's why I only sent a one worded reply.

My phone started to blare out 'I Miss You' by Blink-182.

"Hello" I say into to the phone, wishing who ever was on the other line would just fuck off.

"Hey"

"Michael Gordon Clifford, I swear to God I am going to kill you next time I see you. I was having a nice time being depressed, alone, at home"

"Jeez, I'm sorry, but why aren't you in school?"

"I didn't feel like going"

"You can't just not feel like going to school, you have to"

"Okay, thanks for the lecture, bye Michael" I rushed out.

I'll go to school tomorrow (maybe) like, fuck, can you not.

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