I haven't been going to school, and my mum's not here to hit me because of that. I haven't seen you too. I can't hear you calling me these words, that I'm a whore, a home wrecker. That I ruined your life.

I haven't moved an inch. I've been staring at the ceiling. Waiting for an unknown yet familiar blur to overtake me.

I haven't eaten.

I think this is good for me.

I feel better about myself.

I don't feel like hurting myself anymore.