Page 345 - Death

I hold everything inside until later when I'm alone I start crying.

The other night, you kissed me.

That was the first time I had been truly happy in 3 years, since he molested me.

But now, you're dating someone else.

Thanks for giving me a taste of happiness.

Before my mom died, I promised her I would make it to Harvard.

Now that I'm a junior, I feel so much pressure to fulfill my promise.

I'm so terrified that I won't be able to make it.

This is for you, mommy. I love you.

I've never gotten over your death.

I never will. I miss you in class every day. You had the brightest smile ever. 

I look at your desk, hoping you'll come. You don't though.

I hate when we talk about guns or hunting in class. It's hard.

I miss and love you. RIP, Graham Cracker.

I have this friend.

Her mum died in January.

My friend has gone off the rails, drinking, doing drugs, going out every night while her grandmother cries at home about loosing her daughter - and now her granddaughter.

Please, Lucy. Please, don't give Nan more reason to cry.

We love you.