"I'm stupid. I'll never make it. I should just kill myself." I thought as I walked home from school. "No wonder those kids hate you. I'm an idiot. I am a burden on everyone." I got home and went straight to my room, ignoring my mom. I wasn't always like this. I used to do well in school and greet my mom with a smile and I was actually happy. People like me. I liked me. But lately everyone hates me including me. When I talk its mean and rude and inconsiderate. "Dinner!" My mom called out. I walked out silently. I sat down at the table as my mom bought out dinner. "How was your day?" She asked my dad. He began to tell about his day at the space station. I picked at my food. "Honey, why aren't you eating?" My mom said. "I had a big lunch." I lied. The truth was that I haven't been eating in a while. I got up and cleared my plate. I went to the bathroom to take a shower. My showers are longer now because I have noticed that the pouring water hides my sobs. I sat next to the toilet. I took my two fingers and shoved them down my throat. I tikled the back of my throat until I felt vomit come up. It splashed into the toilet. My throat burned but I continued. I'm to fat. I hate my body. 120 pounds is to much. I brushed my teeth, wiped my eyes and went to sleep. Or tried to.
