I've gotten into a steady routine. School. Work. Home. Cut. Eat. Cut. Cry. Homework. Cry. Sleep. Start all over. My legs, my arms, my heart. All of them cut and broken from the pain of loneliness and grief. I live alone. I cry alone. I am alone.
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In which the public eye plants a dangerous obsession into Andy's head.
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Self harm, suicide, eating disorders, blood, violence, suicide, panic attacks, depression, anxiety.