true friends stab you in the front....
wow a lot of you are so fucked up! and if your thinking to yourself is it me?? then yes it probably is you becasue you've obviously done something mean, hurtful, or extreemly messed up to someone if you have to think about it. so i advise that you people work on being kind to other people. cus it suxs. especially the people that you thought were your friends arent really anymore becasue you cant trust them because they always turn their back on you and talk to about you to other people. thats why i dont tell people anything anymore because no one can keep thie mouth shut. if you still dont feel somewhat bad about what you do to people then read this if you have any heart becasue this is what it does to people....
Dear Diary
They told me that I was the ugliest thing they'd ever seen, and i started to cry.
I went home and Jake called me.
I thought the day would get better.
But he told me that long distance relationships dont work out.
He lived in California, and I moved to Michigan.
Then I told him I loved him and that I missed him.
He told me that the only reason he ever went out with me was because of a joke, and he was
dared to.
Then he dumped me.
We were going out for two and a half years!
November 9,1999
Today got a little better.
I miss jake so much you dont even know diary!!!!
But he even changed his number so I wouldn't call him.
But the most hottest guy at school asked me to the dance!
And those prissy girls that said im ugly let me hang out with them at lunch today.
It was cool!!
November 10,1999
I'm crying right now... turns out that hot guy was a jerk at the Dance he poured his punch on me,
and those girls ripped my dress and everyone started laughing.
Then my grandma told me today that mom and dad got in a little car accident today at work.
They're in critical condition, they might die.
I can't write anymore.
November 11, 1999
Todays a saturday... but me and grandma were at the hospital all night long.
Dad died this morning.
Mom is going to live, but she's crippled for her life.
I wanna die too.
while we were at the hospital grandma found out that she had cancer in her stomach.
She has to go on chemo-therapy.
I cant believe daddy died.
I'm crying more then I have my whole life.
I'm in shock.
I cant write...I'm too tired.
I need sleep.
November 12
Daddy is not dead!
He can't be!
Its all a dream.
My life is perfect.
Jake still loves me.
I can barely write.
I'm crying too much.
I wanna die.
Take me.
Bye...
One day later, Lisa was found dead in her basement.
She had hung herself with a yellow rope.
I am her mother.
My name is Maranda Gonzalez.
The reason I wrote this e-mail to all of you, is because no one else deserves what my daughter had.
Please remember that everyone needs love.
Everyone needs a hug everyday.
No one should be made fun of, or insulted.
No one deserves to die like Lisa did.
All of you please dont be the popular prissy girls that put other people down to make themselves feel better!
Please dont be the awful posessed date for the dance that makes people cry.
Now please do me the honor of sending this to as many people as you can think of.
So that way everyone will know not to be a jerk.
Thank you.
Everyone who send this will be rewarded with a random act of kindness this i promise you.
Dear Diary
They told me that I was the ugliest thing they'd ever seen, and i started to cry.
I went home and Jake called me.
I thought the day would get better.
But he told me that long distance relationships dont work out.
He lived in California, and I moved to Michigan.
Then I told him I loved him and that I missed him.
He told me that the only reason he ever went out with me was because of a joke, and he was
dared to.
Then he dumped me.
We were going out for two and a half years!
November 9,1999
Today got a little better.
I miss jake so much you dont even know diary!!!!
But he even changed his number so I wouldn't call him.
But the most hottest guy at school asked me to the dance!
And those prissy girls that said im ugly let me hang out with them at lunch today.
It was cool!!
November 10,1999
I'm crying right now... turns out that hot guy was a jerk at the Dance he poured his punch on me,
and those girls ripped my dress and everyone started laughing.
Then my grandma told me today that mom and dad got in a little car accident today at work.
They're in critical condition, they might die.
I can't write anymore.
November 11, 1999
Todays a saturday... but me and grandma were at the hospital all night long.
Dad died this morning.
Mom is going to live, but she's crippled for her life.
I wanna die too.
while we were at the hospital grandma found out that she had cancer in her stomach.
She has to go on chemo-therapy.
I cant believe daddy died.
I'm crying more then I have my whole life.
I'm in shock.
I cant write...I'm too tired.
I need sleep.
November 12
Daddy is not dead!
He can't be!
Its all a dream.
My life is perfect.
Jake still loves me.
I can barely write.
I'm crying too much.
I wanna die.
Take me.
Bye...
One day later, Lisa was found dead in her basement.
She had hung herself with a yellow rope.
I am her mother.
My name is Maranda Gonzalez.
The reason I wrote this e-mail to all of you, is because no one else deserves what my daughter had.
Please remember that everyone needs love.
Everyone needs a hug everyday.
No one should be made fun of, or insulted.
No one deserves to die like Lisa did.
All of you please dont be the popular prissy girls that put other people down to make themselves feel better!
Please dont be the awful posessed date for the dance that makes people cry.
Now please do me the honor of sending this to as many people as you can think of.
So that way everyone will know not to be a jerk.
Thank you.
Everyone who send this will be rewarded with a random act of kindness this i promise you.