I feel tired
I'm not going to dress up today
I have to go to school. I hate that place. It's either that or get yelled atI finally get there and I put my head down. I have no motivation for anything. I'm just taking up space. The teacher is passing out our tests from the other day. As per usual I get 5/100. More screaming and punching is waiting for me home. Fuck.
Why me
Why me
Why me
Why me
Why me
Why me
This guy I've never talked to is passing my note. The fuck? It reads 'Another F for you Gabriella. Hehe. You're a sore loser. Just give up already would you? KILL YOURSELF
-XOXO'I reply with a doodle of a knife for shits and giggles. He stares at me weirdly. He's the douche bag after all.
I get home. Mom and dad are away in some country I've never heard of. Thank god they are away. This is the billionth time someone has told me to kill myself. I'm still considering it. Once I even planned when I'll do it. It's only 10 days from now. I'll see if I go through with it.
I'm gonna change. I'll put in the effort to become the best. Number 1. I've always been in last place. Not now though. This will help me mentally right?
So I studied hours upon hours upon hours. I made myself pretty and I got my beauty sleep. I went to school and quickly caught everyone's attention
"You're so pretty"
I put layers of makeup on
"Your hair is so soft"
I rip it out when crying
"You have a perfect body"
I starve myself
"Look at those grades! "
I overwork myself
"Look at that glow up! "
I was happier then
"I wish I could be like you"
No you don't, trust me
????? P.O.V.
I hate her
I wish she could disappear
Why was she even born?
She's so annoying
She's trying too hard
Very dumb
Not even close to my expectations
She's just taking up space
I wish I could punch her
But if I punched her, the mirror would break. Fuck it. I punched it. It broke into millions of pieces. My hand was bleeding. I didn't care. I grabbed the biggest piece and sliced my wrist, thigh and stomach. I didn't even plan to do it but oh well. My vision went blank. I got what I wanted. I was finally peaceful. Goodbye cruel world.

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Short StoryOne shots that low-key talk about my mental health