Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything to do with it. An amazing show.
I hope you like this first story of mine, it's probably terrible. Reviews and helpful tips are welcomed. Enjoy!
Dear Diary,
I don't think that I can do this anyone, do anything really. Nothing is how I used to see it, nothing is achievable. My dreams have dwindled into nothing but my despair and I feel as if there is no point in being Rachel Berry anymore, because to be honest I don't even know who that girl is anymore. Is she a star? Is she stupid? Is she ugly?. No. She is just invisible. A no one. Something worse then the teasing and the bullying, is being irrelevant to everyone you have grown to care about, because if you talk and no one listens, who will notice when you begin to fade away, when you begin to drip into a deep, dark pit of nothing. I'll tell you no one will notice, they will go about their lives as if I Rachel Berry never went home, to her room, to the draw in which she kept those pills, and then to the bed where she swallowed all of them. No they wouldn't care because she's nothing to them, I'm nothing to them and now I'm not anything to anyone. Now I'm dead. Now, I'm free.