Never Good Enough

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i woke up in the morning with crusted over bed sheets and pain shooting up my left forearm. i decided to ignore it because i needed to get ready for school. i threw on a black hoodie and brushed threw my messy blonde hair.

there where bruises. purple, blue, black. some were even ageing and turning yellow, they where sprinkled from my right eye down to my prominent collar bones. i looked down to my brush and noticed clumps of  platinum hair coming out, i remembered once, my doctor said if i didn't eat enough things like this would happen. thats why im so goddamn pale. people always made fun of me for it, did they not understand i was trying to please them? memories started flooding back to me, people where calling me a "fatass faggot". the only thing i ate that week was dirt from the bottom of my dad's boot.