Dear Leah, Collins, or whatever your name is now,

When I talk about what I'm going through, why don't you show sympathy? Why can't you think about someone like me? I'm going through something I hate. My friends are being taken from me, one by one. I've broke down so many times in school and all my classmates do is stare, then whisper. Some day, I'll be attending my friend sense 1st grade's funeral because she committed suicide, but no one bothers to listen to me saying my goodbyes. My mom told me that when she was little she cut herself and I promised I'd never do it because I know how sad I'd make my family. No matter how hard I try, I cry, while barely anyone bothers to listen. I just want you to listen and help me for once.

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