It was about 11 in morning my mind was wondering and i couldn’t think straight. My life seems like a mess right now i          really could use someone’s help.                                                       I don’t think anyone really cares about me and my sister we never get on any way so what is the point of loving her when all we ever do is argue.                     It is not much fun keeping everything inside and my friends hate me as well as my stupid teachers.              Everyone seems to know what happened a year ago but not one of the people who actually know protected me. I felt depressed and lonely like i was lost in a thousand feelings. Nothing has changed except one little thing and thing is that i am dead as someone killed me and i could not tell who the person was. 

 I was at school in my awful class of 9z. No one likes me here and no one ever talks to me except to taunt me over what i had done on the weekend. I hate it because i can not help having anxiety and my can’t help that she has cancer. I always have to help around the house and i have to have job. Everyone at school hates it though as i come across as a dark and evil person, well that’s what they say, i could be an evil person if i wanted too but the chances of me being evil is highly unlikely as i have my hands full from my little sister.