I wrote this at about 7 in the morning without having any sleep, so forgive me if it doesn't make sense or if it's rushed in some parts.
I stared into the mirror, frowning, and tears falling from my eyes. God, why did I have to be so fat? My hair is imperfect. My skin is worthless. My boobs are too big. I am so imperfect. I grabbed my eyeliner and applied it thickly around my eyes. Grabbing the tube, I put some skin bronzer on my revealed skin. I put the long, black extensions in my hair, and walked back to the living room, sitting in front of the TV, staring at the beautiful celebrities on the television.
Brandon stepped into the room, scoffing upon seeing me. “Who’s so phoney and always surrounded?”
Giving him a glare, I tossed a pillow at him, telling him to leave my house.
“Stop your screaming, no one can hear.” He turned and walked back toward my room.
“Brandon, get away from my room!” I screamed, walking quickly toward him.