A Million Miles And I'm Now Here

2.04.16

Breaking out.
In school, in study hall tears are rolling down my face. My guts want to puke, I don't have anything to puke out. I didn't eat for the past few days. I've been having so many breakouts in one week it's about one or two a day. Why am I still pretending? To be happy and joyful and all these things. I keep stabbing myself in the stomach. I keep wanting to sleep my problems away but I can't. I want to die on the spot no one cares and if they do I just make them not care. Jerome can't save me, not that he could. Destroyed and heartless, is what is becoming of me.