Dear Diary,
I found out today that someone that I worked with in the Bon last yearat school killed himself over the summer. He was this old dishwasher guy who didn't have any friends or family. His name was Bob. All I remember about Bob is that he smelled extremely bad and wore a dark blue uniform that no one else in the kitchen wore. He was really grumpy looking, I never got up the nerve to talk to him. This makes me really sad. He had a really lonely life and didn't want to live it anymore. It's really too bad. America, please take a minute for Bob.
Love,
Diana