Dear real life friends,

I hope you know how much pain you have caused me. When I told you I was being bullied you called me a liar. I showed you the texts they sent and told you the things they said. You never cared.

I eventually gave up trying. I gave up trying to get help from you. I put on my mask and pretended to be ok. I pretended to be the girl I had always been.

Sarah, you knew about the cuts from the begining. You pretended they were nothing. You acted like I was the old me. I cant wait to see your face when you see my new scars.

Georgia, you said I always looked happy. Does being bullied to the point of crying and hidimg in the bathroom during classes look like being ok to you?

Lucy, you probably cared the most about me. You had me take online tests and asked how I felt. You tried to keep me from cutting, but the second you read my journal that showed just how bad I was, you stopped caring. Why didnt you help me when I needed it the most?

Why couldn't all of you see that I wasnt ok? Why didnt you try to help me? You sat in silence and watched me fall apart. You watched me fall, and didnt even try to catch me. I fell. I broke. I shattered.

I found new friends though. They help me. They care. Even though they live thousands of miles away and we can only talk through a keyboard, I can tell they care more than you do. So when we see each other in August, know that Im done. Im done trying to act ok for you. Im done putting on the mask when you want me to be normal. Im done pretending.

Love,
Jocie

(Fake names for privacy reasons)