Dear Diary,
William. Shootings. Danger.
William shot my friends. I can't- I can't stop crying. How could he do this? I thought he loved us! He's gone. The old him is gone. It's all over the news! He's now at Sutton Manor Hospital (the private mental-health hospital near Stockport). Fuck you William, you ruined yourself.
Cissy. My best friend. She's gone. Forever. I wish I could go back in time and just talk to her again. Last time I spoke to her was when I was angry at her for talking about her weight. And now- now, I'm never going to speak to her again! I guess Cissy memorised the timetable for mocks for no reason.
The backs of my eyes are stinging. The tears keep streaming down my cheeks.
Why wasn't I there to help them?!
The funerals' for all of them are next Sunday. Pull yourself together Tanya! You need to be there for your friends.
William, if you ever see this, I hope you're proud of yourself. I hope you're proud that you ended your friend's lives. Ended their dreams. Ended yourself. You can never ever fix this. You can't fix what you have broken. You can't even try to fix it.
It's gone.
You're gone.
From,
Tanya x
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