Mind Suicide

I float around the house, hovering and my mind drifts around unable to focus on anything. Mother tries to feed me; father denies everything. He wants me to succeed. Never did he like me, no.

Hope pretends she’s winning but her fat is dripping over her jeans. Her thighs jiggle in unison as she stomps around the room. Hope is definitely not going to beat me. She can try but she knows she won’t win.

No one can beat me at this. I took this game and I ruled it on my own. Fucking Grace Cassidy. What a poor excuse for a human. She disgraced us all and god knows she deserved everything that came to her.

I pity her. I pity Hope. I pity my fat mom. I pity my fat dad. I pity fat.