One day a young girl finds out that the boy she likes is going to transfer to a different school. The only one who knows how much she loves him is her diary.

I am a human, but a doll… Feelings are not needed. Physically alive, but not mentally. I am a painting trapped inside a rusted frame. The cold skin of a statue. Like a stuffed bird– killed and set for display. I wonder… I wonder, on whose display I will be placed…