I told them,
Why did I tell them?
Why?
What did I want?
Did I think they'd care?
Did I think they'd help?
They had suspicions,
I just confirmed them,
And they shrugged it off.
Why did I expect them to care?
Why did I think they would care?
Deep down I knew they wouldn't...
Maybe that's why I told them?
I knew they wouldn't help.
Could I really do that?
Is that really what I want?
I thought I wanted help,
Maybe I don't.
Maybe I'm stuck like this,
Forevermore.
Not like anyone cares about me enough to help.
Bye...

~JJ~

She put the paper in the exact same place as the last one, folding it in half so the edges didn't peak out, placing it sandwiched between two other books.

She walked out the door, her face showing something it never had before.
Her face showing nothing, she'd given up.