sam taught me that scratching myself helps with the sadness. he told me how to do it, a knife helps best.
my stomach hurts. it hurts to eat, drink. mom has flies, i know shes dead. i dont want to admit it, i cant admit it. i hate him, with my whole heart. i keep coughing up blood, im dizzy my head hurts so much. im getting worse everyday. dad barely lets me leave, but i need to get help. it happens everyday, home isn't home anymore. if you find this, help. i'm not expecting anyone to, even then, dad says no one would care about a brat like me. i see stuff, my drawings. maybe i'll try sneaking out.