After another day in school, I spread my body across my bed while dressed in my lounge clothes while listening to hip hop music, which happened to be my favourite genre.

I scrolled mindlessly through Instagram, admiring the beautiful girls that filled my timeline.

"God really has favourites," I mumbled as I stared at their toned physiques and symmetrical faces. I sighed, placing my phone beside me as I thought of myself.

"Why did I have to be so ugly?"

The physical attributes of myself that I despised filled my brain, which caused a throbbing headache that could probably not be cured by pills. I was aware that my toxic thoughts could deteriorate my self esteem and mental health but if seemed like my mind was already accustomed to bruising me. It felt like a never ending cycle which made fear the years to come.

An incoming message disrupted my hate train, which I was thankful for. Who could my saviour be?

I realised that Damon started following me on Instagram and sent me a message, saying: I think there's something wrong with my phone. Could you try calling it to see if it works?

With a chuckle, I followed him back and replied, saying: Sorry, I don't talk to strangers ;)

Dame 💯
@//dame.edwards

Nice try, we literally sit together almost everyday 😏

Unfortunately

What's that supposed to mean?

Exactly what it means.

Stop lying 🙄
I've seen you get flustered over me.

Might have been me hiding my disgust from your smelly training gear 😇

...
You belong in hell.

I know😇
What brings you here on this fine day?

Just wanted a nice, friendly conversation with my friend but look at how that turned out.

We're friends? 😏

😐

I'm joking... kind of 😉

Wouldn't expect anything less 🙄

Your eyes will definitely drop out at this rate.

Wouldn't that be an amazing sight?

Yeah, that would be a nice sight.

I was being sarcastic.

And I don't care

Do you actually like being difficult?

What's the fun in being easy?

Good point
See you tomorrow

Unfortunately 😔

Girl, you know my voice alone brightens your day

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