I'll never get a boyfriend looking like this. I'm too large they say. Hours and hours of setting up profiles on dating sites have not changed this. I need to lose weight. Quickly.
The knives in the kitchen glisten as they sit quietly. Perfect.
It's been a few days now. I'm covered in scars but at least the fat is gone. The doctors fixed me up pretty well. The neighbours found me in a pool of blood, my own body surrounding me. I've been in a psych ward but I should be released soon.
I'm finally out. Days turned to weeks and weeks to months but now I'm back living my life again. I got a boyfriend too. He's a bit chubby though.
I should probably help him with that.
