Chapter 4- The Weeknd

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Thank god out first day of school was on a Friday because mine started out bad. Usually on weekends Annalisa an I would do something but not this one. I don't want nothing to do with anyone. I would rather sit at home eat ice cream and cry all day then go our into this cruel world of ours.

Sometimes I wish my dad was here with us. If his job didn't make him hop around to different states I would be glad. He always know the right words to say at the right moments.

As I sit on my bed with the lights off and my Christmas lights on. I wonder what if I committed suicide. Yeah, my life is that bad but I'm still thankful.

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