She disappears often enough that it's hard to tell the difference.

The smell, though, will probably get someone to notice soon enough. Jo slit her wrists, alone in her room in the Conrad. The last thing she hoped was that everyone had been right. Because she can't handle hell.

good

bye

[The handwriting is childish and awkward. Several words are crossed out because she screwed up the writing.]

[The entry is backdated to yesterday.]

Will you take me to church?

[The following is written in very large, childish handwriting. The strikeouts are when she messed up writing correctly.]

I need need too see you you.