I'm sitting on the floor, I stop crying and wipe my tears on my shirt. Too fat still. I stand up I look in the mirror at my face. Lips, too small. Nose, too big. Cheeks, fat. I stand sideways, pull up my shirt and look at my stomach. I start to panic I'm too fat. I wish I was home I need to weigh myself. I go back in the living room, I start to sing snuff by Slipknot until I hear the door. It's my aunt Crista "Hey what's up!" I yell I run towards her and hug her. "I don't feel good I just came to get some medicine." She explains. I go back into the living room and sit down, I put my headphones in my ears and listen to the song 'I wish you liked boys' I love this song. #Relatable. What even are my thoughts anymore? I'm not okay I promise. I smile and think of how freaking hot Frank Iero is. Then I think of Dan. Frank. Dan. They're equal. Dan just isn't famous. He's probably straight, just like Frank. Then I think of how hooot Denise Stoff is, and Nicholas Matthews. This is an okay day.
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You're My Nicotine
FanfictionThis is a story about Dan, a quiet kid who doesn't talk much and likes history. He also draws and plays piano. Phil on the other hand is a new kid who loves to read and is a huge nerd. He also likes art.
