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Why do i do this

Matt bit his knuckles. Looking at the mirror in front of him; he took all of his 'friends' 'helpful' words into thought.

'Nobody likes you'

'Your the fucking worst.'

'I hate you!'

'Fucking bitch, die!'

'Twat!'

He stared at himself in the mirror, taking the most important words into affect.

'Disgusting'

'Ugly'

'Stop acting like your beautiful when your not!'

Matt sighed and looked down at his wrists. They seemed to be calling to him. 'Open up,' They said, 'it'll make them go away.' He looked about his room. Surely something sharp would be laying around. He grabbed a pair of scissors, sure they weren't sharp, but somehow the pain of that felt attractive to him. He held them carefully, open, left side above his wrist. Quickly and painfully he slit it. Looking at the blood dripping of his arm was comforting. He did a few more cuts and looked up at the mirror.

He looked great.

Just great.