Dear, Diary I'm Jack. I hate depression I cut myself every night. It feels good. I hate being Gay. My dad abuses me. My mom tries to help me. My little brother Sam is youngest. He gets the most pain at of all us. We moved to America. But, I met him. He's nice. I hate nice people. He probably heterosexual...
"but hey you're cute" "thank you i guess?" "you're welcome ;)" "don't wink at me" ";););););)" "oh god" or where jack accidentally texts mark and decides to get to know him better, in reality, jack can't seem to get the poor boy off his mind [HIGHEST RANK: 37 in Fanfiction] ~ 9-27-16