The girl took a shaky breath as she faced the camera, wiping a fat tear that began to roll down her cheek. Licking her lips, she swallowed the lump in her throat and began to talk. “My name is Emma..” she began, sitting up straight. “And I wish I knew why..why I feel so much pain..so much misery.” she continued, her eyes never leaving the camera. “Why does everyone hate me?” she asked as if she were going to get an answer. “Maybe I deserve it..maybe what they say is true. Maybe I really am a slut, a waste of space, all of that..” she laughed quietly and shook her head. “I hate me too..” she admitted, wiping her eyes once again. “And right now..I don’t see the reason for trying, or for talking, or for breathing..” she spoke, her voice slowly growing quiet. “I’m just done..” she flat out said, looking into the camera. “This is it..bye..”