04/30/26

No cute layout or anything because I feel that’s too unserious for what I’m about to talk about. On Tuesday, April 28, I finally reported my former friend, Briana (or known as Banana from previous blogs) for sexual harassment. After I did so, I went home and found out she was suspended for a week. While I feel like I did the right thing and finally told someone about what was happening and not keeping silent until the end of the year, I feel like it was my fault. Anyways, the next day, before I came back to school, I received a message from my friend, Bowie, saying that a couple of Briana’s friends are planning on jumping me when she comes back. Hearing this news has made me extremely paranoid to the point where my mom is actually offering to drive me to and from school (which she never does) and has my mental health worse. The situation has gotten so bad to the point where I can barely interact with my friends properly because I’m too busy wondering when it’s going to happen. I’m unsure if I’ll be able to continue in life and have already started on my suicide note (in the form of a strawpage so I can leave a piece of me on the internet)