Your gut sticks out, you're so fat Patrick. You thought you were making progress? Ha, that's funny, you're just getting fatter and uglier! Patrick rolled his eyes, he pulled the white shirt over his slim fat stomach and then the cardigan he found in his luggage. His stomach grumbled, it had been two days since he had put any food into his body. He was living off of mineral water (makes you full) and black coffee, sometimes he would smoke a few cigarettes to take the stress off of his chest. The stress was building up because it had been almost a week since he had had the chance to cut or smoke. He craved his blade, which was resting in his wallet waiting to slice Patrick's fair skin. He was itching to smoke, to suck those deathly chemicals out of that tiny stick then puff them out again, creating relief and calming him. He wasn't ready to see Elisa and Declan today, they had flown out from LA and Andy had left a half hour ago to pick them up.

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THIS IS SO SHORT IM SORRYYY!!!