September 7, 2008
By allison adams, Bennington, NH

I am crying. I amscraping. I am alone. What do I do? No friends, no parents no life at all. Desperate, cold , depressed, and alone. My feelings locked up inside. Torn apart. Do you know what it's like to be who I am? To be so sad, and yet can be very bad, at the same time feel like i must die. Being someone I am not. Pretending to love when I cannot. Of course it is me who is so lonely. Who can't evan feel what happiness is. So I say to myself. What is the point, what is my life? I am crying, all alone.

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