Chapter Four:
I'm sick and tired of looking in the mirror and seeing nothing. I'm sick and tired of what people whisper behind my back when they think I don't hear.
"He's anorexic."
"He's stupid as fuck."
"He needs to go kill himself."
"Whitney's just with him out of pity."
"She deserves better."
"Ugly fuck."
I want it all to go away. I hate them all. I hate myself. I myself most of all.
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Teen FictionShe's waiting for the day when she can sink the knife a little deeper, throw herself down a little farther. She is tired. She wants rest. She is waiting. He's waiting for the day when his stomach shrinks into nothingness, until he can take his last...
