It had been 3 weeks since I started cutting. When I woke up...[should I say when my alarm woke me up] it took me several minutes to realise it was my 14th birthday. I didn't feel any different. Just another day of being molly... I picked up my phone and went on instagram. Posted another picture of a amazingly thin girl and just sighed at it. Why am I not like that?! I had basically starved myself for months! Its still not working. Then I put my phone down and grap my blade from under the floorboards. As I begin to cut my legs I decided to write something with the blade. *PRETTY GIRLS DON'T EAT* How I wished to be pretty!
After I slipped on my clothes and dabbed a bit of make up on, I slowly trudged down stairs. As usual my mam and dad said happy birthday,and my brother just ate his fry up. How can he eat them and still stay stick thin?
The rest of my day was just as usual. I went on instagram, tumblr, twitter, youtube and kik for hours. The day seemed to go extremely quick. I checked the time on my ipod and it was already 7:30pm. I went downstairs and got a glass of water. As I came back into my room I saw my friend Emma was trying to facetime me, but I just left it. I couldn't be bothered to talk so I just closed my eyes and fell asleep.
That night I woke up at about 4:00am. I tryed to fall back asleep but it was too hard. So I got my blade out and cut some more. This time on my wrists...
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RandomMolly is a 15 year old girl who has anxiety. She started self harm when she was 13 and has had many attemts to stop. But they failed. Molly hates her life and wants to become a thin pretty girl. Its up to her best friend, Emma, to help her thoroug...
