Dear World,
I guess part of me always knew I was a failure. A complete failure. How is Chloe Valentine, the most popular, obnoxious, prettiest girl in school supposed to struggle with loneliness and fear and pain? Maybe being trapped in this shell of a girl, walking but not living, seeing but not caring, hearing but not listening. It's like I was trapped within my own skin. No one knows me, just who I'm supposed to be. So that's why this is my end. It's over. No one will miss me, just the hot girl in a short skirt. It's disgusting, and I can't believe this is the world I'm in. Which is why I chose to leave this world. Maybe this is my meaning, my purpose. To make things change. To give others a chance at happiness. Maybe I'm meant to disappear so that everyone else can understand why and make sure this never happens again.
But I guess I won't be around to find out what the effect really is. Goodbye.

"Do you really think people will believe Chloe wrote this?" I asked as I scribbled Down each of the thoughts that the SQUIP was telling me.

"Of course. Hurry up, before you get caught."

I sighed, planting the letter beside Chloe. What happened to my life?