Dear Diary,
It's almost midnight, it's late
During the night is when I'm the most calm
I'm locked up in my room
I'm always in my room, I only come out to shower and use the restroom
I'm not like normal teenagers
Being alone helps me think
About good
About bad
Mommy and Daddy say they miss me
They never see me
Good
They can't and won't see this monster
I gotta go
My hands are twitching
My wrists are begging to be ripped open
-Lucy Gray
