The Horrifying Secrets Of A Teenage Girl

I told myself I wouldn't. Previously, I could not fathom the idea. The idea made me fill with so much pity for it's victims, that I could actually feel their pain. Their heart skipping a beat as they knelt at the toilet bowl. The fresh sweat sweeping their skin as their index finger slithered over their tongue, slowly touching the area that set off like an atomic bomb when disturbed. The organs jumping as they began to gag and cough, their body pleading and wondering, 'What the hell?'. Their mind saying back, 'Shut up!'. Then, all hell would break lose as the sinner, or the burger or the candy, upchucked and splattered before the victim's eyes.

And their mind would say:

"Those calories have been taken from my thighs!"

And their soul would say:

"I'm weak."

Im Sofia Carthy. I wanted to become skeletal. My wish was granted.

Because, at this moment...

My skeleton is lying still 10 feet underneath the earth's surface, it's life flushed away in toilet bowl.