Dear Diary

Its been a week and I've only gotten worse. I try to smile, I really do, but even if I try I just can't. What really weird's me out is what happened yesterday, it was the last class of the day and this girl that sits next to me was using scissors to cut her paper and I suddenly wondered "I wonder what it'd feel like to put those scissors on my arm and drag them a crossed" I ask my friends and they said its probably nothing. I wish I knew what was wrong with me. I hope I can go back to how I used to be.

- The Writer