I limped over to the corner of the bathroom stall with the shower in it. I just turned the shower on and sat on the floor letting all my tears out. Why is it always me? Why does it always go to shit with me? Why just, Why? Are the questions that kept running through my head.
I brought my long nails to my arm without even realising whilst crying until I ran my fingers down my skin and saw all the blood mixed with the water. "Shit,Shit,Shit,Shit" I kept repeating. I turned of the shower and ran to the toilets, grabbing some toilet paper and trying to make it stop bleeding. I then went over to my bag and grabbed the bandaids that are in it and putting the over the scratches.
Why did I do this everyone is gonna look at me so weirdly when I got to gym...WAIT SHIT GYM. I quickly washed my face trying to get rid of the mascara under my eyes but then I just remembered I had some makeup remover and wiped off the mascara that I had cried off. And then ran to the gym where everyone else was.
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Sorry for all the short chapters and lack of posting y'all but it'll get better in the future anyways love ya all!😘
