Everything is coming unraveled. All my secrets were soon to be exposed. The very grain of my existence is about to diminish. It's all over--it's all ruined. She told someone. I trusted her and she told. Told of my problems, my thoughts, my habits, my rituals, my life.
"It's for your own good. I'm not going to watch you kill yourself." She would say, but I would scoff. She didn't understand. I wanted to die. I needed to. I don't want help and I don't need it. She had no right to tell. That's my business, not anyone else's.
I'll die if I want to, you can't stop me. Sure, I'll cry and shake and say I'll get better, but I won't actually. I'll make myself worse just in spite of you. This is who I am; this is what I've become. Tell whoever you want, they won't help; they can't help.
Watch me kill myself.
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Don't Eat.
Genç KurguDon'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...
