I stare at the sheet of paper in front of me. I don't dare to look up because I know that all my classmates are already working and knowing what to do, understanding all of this. But I don't. And god do I feel stupid right now. It's no surprise though. I'm always the stupid one. The stupid, ugly, fat one.
I look at my arm. It's full of scars. Well deserved scars. Stupid. Fat. Ugly. Wothless. Useless. Bitch. A tear slowly makes its way down my cheek. Stop
crying you worthless cunt. We already know you're weak. Why don't you get it that no one cares? Get your shit together, you piece of shit. No wonder no one wants you. No wonder your "friends" talk about you like that. No wonder no one loves you. I shake my head. No, no, no. Stop it. please.
But no. My thoughts don't stop. They're a tornado. Running around my head, slowly killing me.
