it's been a week.
no one has found me. i doubt anyone even tried to find me. i thought that going back now might be a good idea. i'm out of food anyway.
i packed up all my things in a quick, orderly fashion. i left the place i had called home for a week and was on my way back to liberty high.
hopefully you'll notice me.
you might not.
no one really noticed before.
i'm hoping you notice me and just me. not the fresh cuts on my wrists, thighs, and stomach.
i'm almost at liberty right now.
i'll write more after i see everyone.
-alex
[im sorry this chapter is kinda short. i'm still feeling really bad and i want to write but idk how much i'll be writing in the next few days. i know none of you care but i really want to kill myself and leave all my pain behind. thanks for reading my story though <3]
