Dear Diary,

The air is cold as I sit outside waiting for an answer. I can't stop the warm tears from rolling down my cheeks as I think about my future, if I ever see one that is. I've been sitting in the same spot for almost an hour in this 25-degree weather. My whold body has lost its warmth, and as far as I'm concerned, I feel like I'm dead.

Death doesn't bother me, if you've gone through what I've been through in the past few hours, you wouldn't mind it either. I feel so violated and I don't know if I have the strenght to find my way home.

I know a girl from facebook. There was nothing suspicious about her, she looked like just a typical girl you would find at school or a party. She seemed to be a nice person and I knew I would like her. That's before I knew what I was in for.

⇒ Rz Rasel