Dear Keith,
I cut again. I was trying not to, and I haven't done it for about 3 weeks. But Wednesday was too much. I was at church, talking to R about something; I don't remember what. And then all of a sudden my brother comes and puts me in a headlock. I punched him about 5 times, but he still wouldn't let go. He made me fall to the floor, and I couldn't get him off of me. R just stood there, LAUGHING. She didn't even try to help me. She thinks I'm a attention seeking little bitch. But I didn't ASK for her to find out about the cutting. I didn't want anyone to know. But back to my brother; I shouldn't have ranted like that. After a while, I just gave up. I don't care anymore. If I die, then I die. I don't want to kill myself, I just want to be free of all of this. I'm just so tired. It's breaking me and I can't take it much longer. No one cares anyway.
-Grace
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Dear Keith
Non-FictionLast night I just wanted to tell Keith what a difference he's made in my life. I wanted to just tell him everything because I felt like he was one of the few people who would understand.
