Dear Diary,

I've been researching how to kill myself. Yes, I'm that dumb. I even need the Internet to tell me what to do.

Today, Kelly and I fought.

Our birthday is in exactly 7 days and she's not speaking to me.

I didn't mean to do it though, I just reacted.

What had happened?

She had been snooping through my phone, stupidly I had been using a face lock and since we had the same face, well, it had been easy.

I'd just gotten back from helping mummy in the kitchen and when I walked in, she hid it behind her with that stupid innocent sheepish smile of hers.

I was scared. I thought she had seen something. Found out about one of them or what I had been searching.

So I snapped. I yelled at her. I called her a bunch of mean words and told her to stay out of my stuff.

She called me a bunch of mean things too but the words that hurt the most were 'I wish you had died instead'.

I thought a million needles had pricked my heart at the exact same time and my eyes stung with tears.

But I didn't let the tears fall until she finished packing up her bag and slammed the door shut on her way out.

It hurt like a beach.

I will give her what she wanted.

I will die.

Goodnight.

For now.