Jessica lay in bed on Sunday considering her life choices, still as a rock, heavy as one too. A Ben and Jerry's ice-cream pot lay empty by her bed. Her boyfriend loved her skinny and wouldn't want to see her put on weight. Her sky blue eyes were now bloodshot and red. Her skin was salty from the tears she had recently given up on. She does not move and has no energy to, tissues stacked on her dull red duvet like the leaning tower of Pisa. She knew it wouldn't work out but why end like this? I want to say thanks to Emma for making the beautiful book cover and my profile picture. Her Instagram is emma_sk08