To Whom It May Concern,

  What's the difference between me and the stars ? The stars are not tired,the stars do not cry,the stars are not so sad that they no longer no what to do. It is 2:38 a.m and I dig through my old journals and it hits me.I no longer recognize my own writing. I am failing to be heard. The only thing I thought was mine is gone.Well,except for him. But I don't want to talk about that because he is not the reason I am killing myself. I am killing myself because life is bringing me down and nothing is feels right anymore. He did not break me.But,God,I hope he cries when I am gone.I hope he thinks of me for days and weeks and years.That he spends so much time outside,alone,that he becomes like nature.The stars and I,the only supervision to the way a person breaks,

       Yours Truly,

                         Flora Hayes,Period 9