I clutch the blade in the palm of my hand looking at the cursed object in my hand. Thinking back to the day I was told by someone they would help me throw it away. Yet here I am with it still in my hand. They left. I wish they would come back. But they won't. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as my phone buzzes and her name lights up my screen. I smile to my self and instantly frown as I gaze upon the blade in my hand. I pick myself up from the floor shove it back into my wallet and grab my phone. I drop my phone as I feel a sharp a pain in my stomach. Wrapping my arms around my torso I look at the time and notice it's almost 8:30. Ah finally time to eat. 16 hours without food or water takes it out of me. But as I eat I realize I can't eat much knowing that i might throw up if i do eat too much. I've been feeling like that too often. Ah it's okay...I weigh myself noticing I lost 2 pounds in a day or two..i smile but quickly fall into sadness as I look over my body and see fat everywhere. I don't like this one bit.
In school today we had an assembly on depression suicide and stress.
When he talked about self harming it felt like someone was stabbing me. I felt so queasy and it was terrible.
*sighs* night
