I throw my lunch box into the trash can as soon as I get home. " I don't need this anymore." I walk to my room. I think about today. " Why would I do that? I don't care what she says! Or maybe I do? I don't know anymore." I say to myself. I walk into my kitchen. " I'm going to make some food and I am going to eat it." I grab a package of ramen noodles out of my pantry and put some water on to boil. While I do that, I go onto Snapchat. There is a picture on Aubrey's story of me. I am taking a bite out of my sandwich. It's captioned " fat whore". I start to tear up. " I can't let her do this to me!" I scream. I turn off the stove and put the package back. I slowly walk into my garage. I see it. A sharp razor blade sitting on the shelf. I look away. I won't do this, I think to myself. I look back at it. I walk over and grab it. I don't remember walking to my room but as soon as the razor touch my thigh a sense of satisfaction rushes over me. I make a couple more cuts and put the razor under my dresser. I won't need that again. I hope.
