Prologue
Every day I sit in the back of a noisy classroom. I put my earbuds in and i listen to my lifesavers, 5 seconds of summer, or 5SOS. One person from the band has saved me more than the rest in a way, Ash. Ashton used to self harm, so it gives me the slightest bot of strength that things will get better. From now on, in this journal, i’ll be writing letters to Ashton. Letters in which i’ll spill my darkest secrets, and in which Ashton will never read…
With Love,
Cass
"Why do you hate me? I don't understand."
"I hate everyone, you're not special."
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there's a shoddy sequel too, btw.
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