Doing good?

~One~

*{[unedited]}* *{[not finished]}*

"Woke up hating myself, like everyday. Skipped breakfast and when straight to destroying myself. went to work across from super models, whom I'll never be like. Skipped lunch and dinner, Night classes in an hour, I might skip. I hate myself so much. I tried calling him, he never answered. My grades are shit, I'm failing everything. I'm told my writing is to emotional, and my art is to plain. I can't do anything right. Long sleeves in summer getting werid looks. It's the hottest day of the year and I'm in jeans and a sweat shirt. Who needs people. It's hard to breath. Who needs love. It's hard to stand. Who needs food. I want my blades. Who wants to be fat. I feel disgusting, I want a shower. I'm a disgrace to everyone. My "friends" hate me. My coworkers don't talk to me. I cut myself so many times, in so many places. I take a burning hot shower. Jamie comes home, he is the only one that cares. I hate myself. I hate that I did that. I hate that I'm hiding it. I wish I could just die." I read out loud, I hate oral reports.

"Evan that was..." Professor asshole said trying to find the right word. "very deep"

"And shit" I said pulling my sleeves down.

"No it was fucking amazing!" The quite guy in class said

"I just heard to many curse words I hear one more and I'll make you all write a 1,000 word essay on why you are not allowed to curse in my class room." professor dickwad said "Evan you may go sit down, Smith your next" the quite guy walked up and I zoned out every thing, and wrote.

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"Evan!" Jamie yelled

"What?" I asked, not looking up, I was in a tank top and skinny jeans, so my scars and cuts, the ones on my arms anyway, are on display, only because Jamie knows and I get tired of hiding them. Plus the sleeves hurt.

"This is Sam" Jamie said as him and this guy walked in the living room, I instantly pulled a blanket over my arms. "He works with me"

"Cool" I said grabbing my sweater off the table, hoping neither of them saw my cuts.

"Evan Marie what is this!" Jamie asked, from the kitchen. SHIT! I forgot to clean the knife!

"Shit" I said under my breath, Sam obviously heard as he, hesitantly rolled his sleeve up. "holy shit" he has scars. A beautiful being like him has scars.

"Secrets are a bitch" Sam said quietly to me, and pulled down his sleeve as Jamie came in the room.

"Ev, can I talk to you for a minute" Jamie said

"Yep" I said getting up we went to my room.

"Evan Marie, what the hell!" Jamie said

"It's not my fault Im not pretty"

"Evan are you kidding me!" Jamie said "I want you to go sit in my room until you're ready to see how beautiful you really are"

"Why can't I sit in my room?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Because you can't be trusted in your room" He said, why can't he stop caring?

{[The End For The Time Being]}