it almost seems like they're mocking me. laughing, joking, like the perfect family without me. without. ME. maybe it is better if I just disappeared. then this sudden happiness in our family can be..everyday..normal. i'm sitting in my room. I don't eat. I don't eat dinner, lunch, nor breakfast yet they don't seem to give two fucks about it. I've cut myself. I can't stop staring at the crimson dripping cuts, decorating the outside of my wrists in my favorite color. the worst part is, is that it isn't the fact I cut myself that scares me, its the fact that its so noticeable. I wonder what their reactions would be to the cost of their actions towards me.
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