Dear Journal,

How are you doing? I'm doing just dandy! ----- that was sarcasm. Spot woke me up by slinging a marble at my boob and then he told me i was useless. Maybe I am useless. Why don't I die? NO one here will care. Not even Spot. I wish that I could disappear from this world. Oh well, well last time I told you that i had a plan. Well my plan is all about killing myself. I really want to die. And Spot took it right to the edge. Well my plan was either to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge or to get into a fight and hopefully it will end for me. I don't know when I'm going to do it. I might even do it tomorrow.

I looked around and saw jack and Spot staring at me. I looked back down at my journal.

I know when I'm going to die. I'm going to die tonight. I can't take it. People around here are soo fake. They pretend to care for you but they really don't. I'm going to leave notes in here for some of them because I don't think I should die without saying goodbye. That would be rude.

Here they are:

Spot- I love you a lot. And I know you don't love me. My death has nothing to do with you. It has to deal with me and my feelings. You will never know how much I've cared for you. Behind my sarcasm and jokes is a lonely person that wishes that you could understand. And since i know you so well you won't even care what i put in here. You go from girl to girl every week. I'm just a friend and I've gotten that message. Well bye. I love you!

Jack- You were always like a brother to me. And you may not understand why i decided to do this but you will soon. Trust me.

Race- I'll never forget our times. Your one of the first people that befriended me. I'll never forget your sexy face.

To the rest- I'm sorry that you guys had to deal with me. I didn't want to be born but I guess my mom couldn't keep me in any longer. You all kept me alive by being nice to me. And right now I feel like no one is there for me. I'm sorry.

I placed the journal down and started to run.