Skinny is Pretty I Am Pretty, Right?

I sat in the bathroom the solitary feeling drearily comforting. My name is Trish. I am 17. I sat on the toilet the scalpel I had stolen from my mom's work bag pressed against my wrist. I pressed down letting the blood bubble out the way it always did. For a moment my brain flickered to Alex, the way I felt about him. His galaxy eyes, his smell. I loved him but for nothing he used me and left. I wasn't skinny enough for him, I just knew it. His ex girlfriend was much prettier much skinnier. I gasped as I pressed harder. Blood flowing freely. I picked up the blade about to cut vertically mind flickering to Maleik how he'd betrayed my trust and made Alex hate me. I pressed down. Hard. I hiss in pain as I drag it down my arm I drop the blade watching the blood as panic fills me. I frantically grab at my phone calling the only person I trust. It rings. No answer I call again tears flowing freely waiting. It's late I know this but I need him.
"hello?"

Notes

So..... Yeah.