March 30, 2019

     I got out of the hospital last week. Mark came everyday. I guess he cares about me. I know I don't. I bought an apartment and work at the shoe store at the mall. I wish I could still see my moms smile. I would do anything to have my father yell at me again. Mark is worried about me. I gotten skinnier. I haven't been eating.

    Mark found out about my cuts too. He told me stop. He said he loves me and doesn't want me to hurt my fragile body. I deserve these cuts. I let my parents die. I didn't even go to there funeral. Which was today. Mark went. I couldn't go, even if I tried. Mark's gone so I am going to the bathroom.

    I came back. I have 27 cuts and like millions of scars. I hope he won't notice. I want to go to bed...

     Jack, why are you doing this... You know I love you... Why can't you see that people do care. I care. I love you

-Mark