Anger and betrayal. Saddness and loneliness. Self hate. That's all I feel. After everything, I still hate myself and I hate you. I fell for your tricks. I was another puppet. More minor than all the other ones. Was I even a puppet? Will you even remember me? I'm probably just a background character in your story of fucked up lies. Or is this another lie? Are you lying just to get our attention? Was suicide not enough? Was disappearing not enough? Is this just part of your experiment? I have so many questions. I want to punch you until you bleed. I want you to feel the pain you caused me. But the guilt is enough. Living with yourself would be an accomplishment. Fuck you. I want to hate you. I almost do. But those people weren't you. You can't hate someone based off of things you don't know. But I desperately want to. After the disaster that was the Fam, I needed someone else to lean on. I guess I was wrong. I guess this is another failed friendship. This will leave me for trust issues for the rest of my life. I hope you're happy.

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I want to let you know that I'm 100% real. The only thing not real is my name. If you couldn't guess, my name isn't really Snow. I just want people to know that I'm not lying unlike certain people.

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Dinner was horrible. The food was amazing, but half the people in my family are sick and I had to pretend that everything was just peachy, when I screaming on the inside. My chest physically hurts. I don't really trust anyone now. I feel like all of you are lying to me. Before it wasn't as obvious, but now it seems like it's was the missing puzzle piece in the big picture. I just want to go to sleep and not wake up.

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You deleted the truth. Fuck you. Go to hell. You said that you don't believe in deleting stuff. Was that too a lie? I don't know what to believe anymore.