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Kelli,

Please forgive me for everything I’ve done. You have no idea how much I hate myself at this very moment. I’m sorry a thousand times over.

I am writing by candlelight…since my insomnia seems to be keeping me awake, I don’t want anyone else to suffer. My eyes strain, but I’m beyond caring. I’m going to finish saying this no matter what it takes.

Every day I see you walked in the halls. Sometimes I follow you…I’m not sure why exactly. Maybe I’m just bored shitless. I’ve resorted to lying to my 6th period teacher just to get out of the classroom and into the library, where I can watch you from afar.
My head is swarming with these…I donno…voices almost. It feels like I’m dieing a little each day. Nothing seems safe anymore. There seems to be no one who cares about me anymore. This morning my mom goes up to me and says, “Sarah, are you okay? You look so tired…” I’m not sure…am I okay? These days I can’t eat or sleep much, which sucks. I’m never really hungry anymore…I’m tired, but my body refuses to let me sleep.

I need to talk. Not over the phone…I’m afraid I’ll beak out in tears. I’ve done that too many times.

Once I was called to the counselor’s office to solve some stupid thing for schedules and I could barely keep my voice from shaking. My eyes welled up with tears…Mr. Turner looked at me and asked if I was okay. Of course I wasn’t. I excused myself and pulled myself together. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME???

This is too pathetic…I’m just another sob case sob case…

sarah

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Kelli,

Please forgive me for everything I’ve done. You have no idea how much I hate myself at this very moment. I’m sorry a thousand times over.

I am writing by candlelight…since my insomnia seems to be keeping me awake, I don’t want anyone else to suffer. My eyes strain, but I’m beyond caring. I’m going to finish saying this no matter what it takes.

Every day I see you walked in the halls. Sometimes I follow you…I’m not sure why exactly. Maybe I’m just bored shitless. I’ve resorted to lying to my 6th period teacher just to get out of the classroom and into the library, where I can watch you from afar.
My head is swarming with these…I donno…voices almost. It feels like I’m dieing a little each day. Nothing seems safe anymore. There seems to be no one who cares about me anymore. This morning my mom goes up to me and says, “Sarah, are you okay? You look so tired…” I’m not sure…am I okay? These days I can’t eat or sleep much, which sucks. I’m never really hungry anymore…I’m tired, but my body refuses to let me sleep.

I need to talk. Not over the phone…I’m afraid I’ll beak out in tears. I’ve done that too many times.

Once I was called to the counselor’s office to solve some stupid thing for schedules and I could barely keep my voice from shaking. My eyes welled up with tears…Mr. Turner looked at me and asked if I was okay. Of course I wasn’t. I excused myself and pulled myself together. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME???

This is too pathetic…I’m just another sob case sob case…

sarah