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And there she was locked in her room, laying in bed with a blade deep in her skin, blood dripping. Tears running like the rain of the storm seeping in to the pillow. She can't take this anymore because she is tired, not because she didin't get much sleep, but because she is tired of living, she is tired of everyone blaming here because of everything, getting bad grades, stressing because of school, not eating because she get's called fat at school, the only thing in her system is zero sugar coca/cola and gum. Everyday she get's up, brushes her teeth, goes to school, and then she goes to the bathroom because the tears are starting to seep trough and she doesn't want hers friends to think that she is getting worse because she did told her friends that she's better. She wears a hoodie everyday so nobody would see her scars from last night when the blade was so deep in the skin she could finally feel something. She can't tell her parents because they would blame them selfs, but what about her, she went trough a lot even at a young age. She hated her body at the age 10, she stopped eating at the age 11, at the age 12 she started having problems with food, panic attacks, anxiety, and now at the age 13 she can't eat two normal meals, a day can't continue without stress or mini panic attacks. This girl cry's her self to sleep, but quietly so nobody would hear her. The only person that knows about her eating problems is her best friend, that is always by her side even when the whole friend group went their seperate ways because of this girl, her friend still stayed there by her side. And that fragille, depressed and always stressed girl is me.