In seventh grade, my best friend showed me

In the seventh grade, my best friend showed me how she made a razor from a pencil sharpener, the one she used to cut herself with. In the eighth grade there was a rumor going around that my classmate had an eating disorder, bulimia, it wasn’t a rumor. In the ninth grade I lost my friend of 7 years because of a boy but that relationship was rocky anyway. I broke my best friend’s heart by going back to a boy who i knew was just going to hurt me again. It’s three years out of high school and these people are all of at college or in a different city, different state. Living their life without a care in the world. They probably don’t think twice about the impact they made on someone. On someone who wanted to do the same things but never had the courage to. On someone who wanted to reach out but fell short. On someone who will never forget why they are the person they are.


-an excerpt from a book i’ll never write (#3) c.p

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