If I didn't make it clear in my message...
I'm becoming a whale.
When I moved to Russia with my sister, everything turned to hell.
My friends, my parents, my classmates.
They're all gone.
My sister goes to work 14 hours Monday-Saturday to help us although my mom and dad give us a lot of money every week, she's obsessed with creating a good life for us.
I have to fend for myself in a country I don't know...
Felicity... Mom... Dad...
They aren't here to support me like they did in California...
Well...
I'll be on here for a while, a week to be exact.
That's what my curator told me.
She said I could release a small note...
So I am.
Felicity... You're my best friend. You'll be the last thing to come on my mind.
Mom... I love you so much, thank you...
Dad... Same thing to Mom. I love you so so so much.
Today, my task is to go through the day without eating or without any medication like my depression pills.
And I'm okay.
I already threw those pills away to begin with.
I don't need anti-depression pills if I'm already going to fly.
I'm going to fly like a whale onto the shore where I die.