Destiny Brown 3b
''Kiss, death love, loss...the words are crashing into each other, and my tears soak the page. Then I give into the urge to cross off the words, pressing harder with each pass, making large circles. Soon I've gone through all the pages and I'm digging into the cardboard cover. I press so hard it's going through to my lap ,scraping against my jeans. My skin. I press as hard as I can, and I whimper because it hurts. But I don't care. I cant anymore.
I wish I were dead...."