Dear Bully,
This is my last entry, the last thing I'll ever write. Or say, since I say out loud what I'm typing as I type it. This might be a lot longer than usual.

I swallowed the pills already. It made me instantly feel awful, but I'm about to swallow more just in case. I don't want to make a rookie mistake.

I did, if you were wondering, have a broken rib. At least, I'm pretty sure. I looked it up. It seemed pretty legit to me I guess, but you honestly don't care, and neither do I. It won't matter in a few minutes anyway.

Blood is dripping from my wrists, some got on my goodbye note, which I don't want you to read, please, don't ask my family about it. I know you will anyway though.

Everything is going fuzzy, and I'm getting dizzy. I'm sprawled across the floor at the moment, wishing this would just be finished sooner. I feel worse than I expected, but I'm killing myself, so should've expected not to feel amazingly right before I died.

I'm sorry, Cameron, for whatever I did to you to make you hate me so much. And I'm sorry that we aren't friends anymore. But I just want you to know that I forgi

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