why does my heart bleed?
8:42 p.m.

Hi Guys,

It's me again. I find that I'm coming here more and more often these days. What can I say? Why do I feel so distanced from you guys?

My heart feels like it's breaking into little pieces and that you stamp on it every time I see you. I'm so lonely. Can't you see that? Can't you see that the front I put on is just my persona?

The only things there to comfort me were my goldfish and my writing. Now that Quentin is dead, there's an empty space left in my room where He was. The bus stops. Unravel the darkness and let me fall to the bottom of it.

Yours forever, Nessie

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