As the brush runs through my hair roughly I stare into the the mirror infront of me. As my hair comes out in my hands I begin to cry. I'm so cold, every morning I'm freezing and am in terrible pain. I hate what I've done to myself, but it must be done I must be perfect. I quickly throw the hair ball in my hands away right before I wipe the tears away. I pull my long sleeves over my blueish colored hands. Shaking I open the bathroom door and walk aimlessly to my dark and quiet room. I just need some more sleep. We have school tomorrow I think to myself as I lay down in my warm bed covered with thick blankets. Just a few more minutes I say as I drift off to sleep.