I want to count circles on my back again, make it bad so my period stops again. So people would care and ask me how I was feeling. I'd lie and say I'm good but get so scared when I am all alone, when I combed my hair and it fell out in clumps. They will tell me they are worried because my bones were sticking out everywhere. And now, for my health, my bones have gone into hiding but these very people get nasty and school is no kinder. It's driving me mad and its scary that I'm not conscious about it. I would, I could. So, how much do you really know about me? Some days, I get so tired, so annoyed I just want to stay in bed. When friends ask about my cuts, I lie because I dont really know how to tell anyone. I am afraid of their mockery.

Someday, it'll all be over.