March, 4, 2018
After reading the first 4 entries I don't think I wanna continue on myself.....it feels like just yesterday I saw his pale scarred arm with his black hair hiding his shy dark grey eyes away from the disappointment and shock on my face as a I ran my hand on all the red bumps on his arm and the stitches on his upper wrist.....the tears streaming down my face as I realized that he has harmed himself this much all because of something that was a sick joke to someone else. I wish I could strangle them for what they did. All I could do is hug him and tell him I'd be there for him. As I read the tear stained pages of his journal I can't even imagine what's next to where it cost him his life -Daya.