"We live in a fabled word"
-Fabled Word by Anti-Flag
Hypocritical is what I am. It's what I've always been. Perhaps that's all I'll ever be. But who cares? Who cares about anything, really? What's the point in that? It doesn't matter in the end. Nothing will. So why even bother? Why bother when every single fiber of your being will erase from existence? Why bother in living if you'll die? Why bother making smart, healthy choices when you'll die anyway? It's inevitable; does it matter to prevent death? There's no such thing, really. You can't prevent it. You can't.
So I'll starve and I'll purge and I'll cut. And I'll take pills and I'll kill myself ever so slowly because it's inevitable. I want to die and it's in my grasp. I can taste the sweet release of death on my tongue. It inches closer and closer to me the more I perform my rituals. It taste like sweet, forbidden chocolate. I want more of the taste. I want to indulge. I want death.
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Don't Eat.
Teen FictionDon't eat. I shouldn't. I don't need to. It'll lead me away from perfection and why would I want that? All I have to do is not eat and then I'll be that perfect Barbie that I've always wanted to be. That's not hard to do so why not? What's the worst...
