A daughter who opens her skin.

'Are you scared?'

'Yes.'

'Of what?'

'Me.'

'Why?'

'You don't understand. No one does'

'I'll'

'No. Have you ever screamed for your thoughts to go away? Have you ever cut & look at the mirror & cry? Have you ever kneel down in front of the mirror, thinking why do you even exist? Have you ever hate yourself so much, hate your fats so much? No.'

Screamed for the thoughts to go away?

I did.. I've screamed for the urge to go away, for all the thoughts to go away. Yes, it sounds crazy. But it isn't. It happened yesterday...

Him&her, together, eating, walking, shopping. It's all over my mind. Pictures all over my mind. Twitter, texts, Facebook, it flood my mind.

It tortured me.

Cut & look into the mirror & cry?

Fuckyea. I did. I look at the blood dripping slowly & cried & cried. Thinking 'why do I do this to myself?' I hate it. I hate looking at myself in the mirror looking at the blood that slowly drips, I hate it. But I can't help it. I can't resist the penknife.

Kneel in front of the mirror asking myself why I even exist?

Yes. Everyday. I hate myself. I hate my looks. I hate everything bout me. I think I'm a mistake. I shouldn't be born. I shouldn't have been. I shouldn't exist. Someone like me, I hate it. I hate myself.

Hate myself, hate my fats?

Yes. That's why I even starve myself. I look at the mirror & my fats. I leave fingerprint marks on my skin cause I was trying to pull off all my fats.

Cut because you hate yourself, hate yourself because you cut. Cruel isn't it?