I look at the picture pulled up on my phone as I stare into my mirror while I get dressed. "Why can't I be like her? She is perfect and I'm just... Disgusting.. " I think to myself as I slide my suicide squad shirt over my cut up stomach. My thighs ache from what I did the night before. As I slide leggings on I start to cry. " I just want to be perfect " I whisper softly.
Brushing my hair is always the worst because it always falls out in huge clumps. After my hair I brush my teeth as I shake and slowly put mascara onto my naked eyes. I grab my bag and slid my shoes on as the clock hits 7. I rush out the door to meet the bus and another horrible day in the prison of my thoughts at school.