Mind Suicide

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Perry’s getting on my last nerve, he likes to get on people’s nerves. He enjoys being a jackass to everyone around him. I hate Perry most of the time but he’s still my best friend. Everyone always asks why. I never have an answer.

He likes to point out how I’m skinnier than Grace Cassidy. She died two years ago. Everyone says it was tragic and sad but it wasn’t. Grace Cassidy wasn’t ready. That’s how she died. Taylor Ritchie called her an ugly fat fuck and the next months she got skinny, pretty, then too skinny then

then Grace Cassidy was dead.

Just poof she was gone and everyone mourned her. And they spoke about her like she was royalty. She was a queen and demolished her throne on her way to bottom.

There was a funeral and lots of people came. Family, friends, strangers—all came to mourn the death of a girl who was way to far in over her head. They only came to renounce the death of the fallen of the skinny.

Grace Cassidy wasn’t loved. Her body was. Her bones were. They’re not anymore. I don’t miss Grace Cassidy. She wasn’t strong enough for what her life held. I’m stronger than her and I’ve come farther than her.

Grace Cassidy couldn’t handle it. I can.

Goodbye Grace Cassidy.
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