What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead.

I step into the warm school and cringe a little bit. it was hot and stuffy. I speed walk to my locker and get my notebooks for creative writing and pop culture. I go to the far hallway for English classes and go to the second door on the left. The class is already mostly full, and the only seat was in the second row close to the teacher. I groaned a bit but quickly stopped. I didn't need to draw any more attention to myself. My fat did that enough.
I went to the seat an got out a pen. I wrote down the stuff the old hag of a teacher told us we needed. Seriously 26 binder dividers? Is that necessary? Whatever. At least she didn't make up do introductions.
*time lapse to end of the day*
When the bell rings i check my phone
mikey: out by the west entrance. Meet me. Franks coming over.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Seriously mikey? He knows i hate frank. He knows Frank is a dick to me. I sigh and walk towards the west entrance. I see Frank and Mikey laughing, probably at me. They quiet down when I come out.
"Cars over there." I mumble.
"Cant you talk? You're so fucking quiet." Called Mikey as I walked ahead of them both. I got into the front seat, Mikes slid into the front seat and Frank jumped in the back. I turned on ' American Phsyco ' And turned it up almost to high.
"Hell yeah!" Yelled Frank from the back seat. I rolled my eyes. I'df he wasn't such a dick he would be cool. But he is. We drove the rest of the way in silence, the only sound being the music pouring from the shitty speakers.

When we got to the house Mikey and Frank went downstairs to the family/hang out room. I went upstairs to mybed room. I started cleaning up my room since it was kind of messy. Then i organized my desser and closet. Then I did it again by color. Then by brand. Then I gave up and layed down.

"Gee, you want pizza?" Mikey shouted up the stairs.
I stayed silent and pretended I was sleeping. I mean it is almost 7. I could just be stressed or worn out.
"Suit yourself!" Fine by me. Less calories.

My stomach growled when the pizza arrived. Its greasy smell reached my nose. Its delicious, cheesy, warm taste wanted to be in my mouth. No! Bad gerard. Those are toxic thoughts. If i eat that pizza, I will get sick. I will throw it up. My tongue will swell from the amount of calories that I am allergic to. Maybe just this once...

Somehow i am at the bottom of the stairs, staring at the pizza box. I dont remember coming down here or getting up out of bed. I take a step towards the counter. Mikey and Frank went downstairs with their box. There was still another one up here. 115 115 115 115..... One piece thats it. One. I pick up a piece and bite into it. Its warm cheesy goodness practically melts in my mouth. Before I know it, it's gone. And then another. And another. No! Three pieces is like 500 calories! Nonononono. I run up to my room feeling my fat jiggle. I reach under my bed to the secret box i keep and go to my dresser for the key. I quickly open the box, going past glucose tabs, pencil sharpeners, meal supplement powder, and sigh when I find what I needed. Laxatives. I know. Ew. But the only way i can get rid of these are to... Ya know. So i take four.

Notes

Pizza porn