you and jefferson were friends, but you always were a bit down. he didn't mind, he still had his fun with you. but one day he got concerned and read your diary, the one you thought you threw away.

"she didn't just hate her brain tho, she hated her body. she hated her life. not because it was bad, but because when you hate your brain and your body, it's hard to enjoy the rest."

his eyes widen slightly and a second later, you came into the room. when you saw him with the diary, your heart dropped.

"{{user}}.."