Hello to anyone who is reading.

my name is Jane.

and this is my diary.

Not a Blog, a diary.

Sure you may want to label me because of my Blog picture, see if I care, yes I'm emo and yes I am depressed.

My parents died last week in a freak accident which I will never bring up again, I've moved as far as I could to New Jersey with my sister Brianna, she is very short and overly happy all the time, she likes to wear bright colors and break into song when ever she can. She is very sarcastic and whitty with come backs.

Brianna wears the latest fashions and respects my style.

She doesn't understand it, but she respects it.

Brianna is just as sad about the death as I am. She is the one who takes care of me now.

I'm in grade 10 and I still need a babysitter. What the hell.

Anyways, this is now my diary. Read it if you want, or just call me a stupid emo and click the x, I don't give a shit.

School starts tomorrow.. Prepare to be mocked, I wonder if there will be any other people like me.. doubt it.

Sincerely, Jane.

I sighed as I logged off my laptop, I looked around at my messy room. Boxes were half unpacked with clothes and other crap and I had a mattress on the floor as a bed. My walls were white with a few band posters, Breaking Benjamin, H.I.M. and Bleeding Mascara.

Nothing special.

As you have learned I am Jane, my parents are dead and I'm alone.

I don't accept comfort from anyone.

An-y-one.

As sad as my sister is she is trying to pretend that our parents are somewhere else, on a vacation or something.

I don't deny the truth to myself. I accept the fact I'm alone.

Tears slid down my cheeks and I flopped on my bed.

They were alive still such a short time ago.

I could see the eyeliner on my cheek from the tears.

I glanced over at the razor sitting on the bedside table.

No, not tonight. I already have 2 fresh cuts.

I looked down at my wrist, criss cross white scars were along it, 1 pink and 1 red one stood out from the rest.

Okay by now you probably are finding me as a stereotype of an emo.

I don't really care what you think of me.

I laid down on my mattress curling up into a ball and sobbed myself to sleep...

Well that was a change from my usual fanfiction! I will be writing this one as well... don't worry I will properly finish 7th Grade Sucks.

By the way how I wrote the story may be stereotype, but like jane

I don't really care what you think of me.

Of course I do like reviews :)

love, chelsea. (my new name is ellie.. btw)

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