A/N:Very short. Might continue with this.

Dear whoever.

I don't even know how long I've felt like this. I feel like I'm in pain, but I'm not. I'm just weak and pathetic.

I cant stop being this way. I tried to ignore it and act how I used to, for a while I did, but it takes so much out of me.

Faking all the laughs, the smiles, the cheeriness. I thought one of you people who are supposed to love me would have saw through my act.

But none of you did. Because you don't love me.

Do you have any idea how it feels? Knowing that in this whole world there is not one person that cares for you. Basically, it sucks.

I've got no one stick around for.

And I've got nothing else to write.

Goodbye, Bra.

Bulma stared teary eyed at the piece of paper clutched in her hands. She stood in Bra's room. Bra herself wasn't there.

"How could she think that?" She sniffled. "Of course we love her."