Who is ready to be depressed? *raises hand* Okay!
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BEEP!BEEP!BEEEEEEP!
My alarm rings, but I'm hours ahead. As always, I didn't sleep last night. I roll out of bed, wanting to lay back down and possibly suffocate myself with my pillow, and walk to the bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror and look at my bedhead, running my fingers through it, making it even worse. My eyes travel down and I start to hear little whispers, slowly increasing in volume.
I hurry up and strip off my clothes and get into the shower. I don't look at myself. Not once. I get out of the shower and wrap my towel around my body, feeling slightly surprised when it covers me completely, and head to my room.
White t-shirt, joggers, red beanie. I take a look at my glasses and hesitate. I hate wearing them, but my mom will complain so I put them on. I brush the rat's nest I call hair and put my hat on. I rush downstairs, hoping to get past my mom but fail.
Honey, are you forgetting something?
No mom. I reply.
She gives me a stern look and pulls my arm to stop me. She holds up a piece of toast and I stare at her blankly. I smile at her.
Mom, I told you. I'll eat at school! I try to sound as upbeat and happy as humanly possible, but she forces it in my hand and raises her eyebrow at me as if to say "Eat it NOW". I look at my mom, then at the bread and internally die. She is persistent, though. She is obviously not letting go of me, so, reluctantly, I take a bite of it and chew, smiling like I was enjoying it. I thank her and rush out of the house, toast in hand. I go about six houses down until I get far enough.
I didn't actually eat it, I had just hidden it under my tongue. I went to the nearest trash bin and spat out what I had bitten off,and threw the rest away.
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So hi. Ik you guys probably hate me or think I died but I'm here. A lot of personal stuff happened and I didn't have time but yeah. This is a new chapter and it is shorter than my nonexistent dick but the chapter will get longer. Bye. Love u!
