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A note

I smile a lot. That's always been one really good thing about me. I have wrinkles on my face because I smile so much. But I don't want to smile. I want to cry. I want to just sit and cry because I'm not worth anything. I'm not worth being alive.

I use to like myself. But then I got bullied. I put on weight. I'm fat I'm ugly. I hate myself. Even the sound of my heart beating in my chest annoys me because its reminds me I'm still alive.

I use to think people actually cared. I use to believe they did. But even the people that understood me more then anyone in real life seem to have forgotten me.

I use to believe in love. I loved him. I thought he loved me. But he didn't. He used me for sex and then fucked my best friend. I don't love anymore.

I use to want to live. Simple. The thoughts of death are taking over again and I'm going to lose this battle. I've lost so much ready. I'm already dead, so how can I kill myself?

She died.

The one person.

Everything I love dies.

RIP my beautiful fallen angel.

Mel you will live in my heart forever.