Dear World,

I thought that Callie was weak and spineless but now I see it's all a show, and she's doing a great job of fooling them. Everyone's sorry for her, Sydney makes sure Callie's okay. Meanwhile, Callie goes and finds herself a piece of metal and she continues to cut herself. I want her as my friend now so we can find a way to decorate ourselves together. Callie seemed surprised that that little piece of metal piece of metal fell out of her pocket. She seemed like she wanted to do something with it but she didn't talk, she didn't move, she just stood there. I said something like "gutsy" and it really is gutsy. She always looks at me like I'm gross. What makes me so gross? She cuts, I cut. So, what makes her so much better than me. Maybe she's smarter, richer, funnier, more modest, prettier, faster, stronger, nicer, more talented than I am. World, am I really that gross? Is it because I have feelings? So does Callie! Otherwise she wouldn't be in this loonie bin with such an nonsensical name. Callie looks down on me but that doesn't mean I don't want to be her friend. I want to have a friend that I can slice myself with. I'm so lonely. I need someone to cut with me. Callie could be that person but she doesn't want to be. I understand. I wouldn't want to spend my time with me either.

Amanda, The girl who cuts herself