Dear Friend,

Dear friend,

  She says that writing helps, so I'll try. I don't know if you're out there or if you exist, but I imagine you'd be a pretty chill dude. I wanna be serious about this writing thing, but I mean, come on. A diary. I feel like a child. Honestly, I don't think she even cares. Why would she? Mrs. Lancaster had a perfect life, I don't know why therapy is her thing. I really hope you help me, like Mrs. Lancaster said you would. Usually she lets me down, but I'll be optimistic.

    She says it's been getting bad. So I knew this was a last resort idea. Just don't give up, okay?
-Amity
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Amity Collins was closed off. Period. She shut everyone out after he died. She couldn't handle friends. But with her abusive dad coming home, her therapist up her ass, and a broken mother, she knew staying with her old best friend, aka wild child cousin, Reese, would be a good thing. Well, all until he came along.