Sean is dead.
My dad has a cracked rib.
Today hasn't been the greatest. I want to complain, but no one will listen to me. No one wants to talk to me. ...I take that back. Becca talked to me, and Sophia did for a bit.
I wish someone could care about me, treat me like someone special. I'm so tired of being the second banana. But today isn't about me. Because I'm not dead.
RIP Sean. <3 We all miss you and love you. You'll never be second banana.
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