I was in the bathroom again.
For the sixth time this morning. I don’t know what to do. I stand in front of the mirror, not making eye contact with my own reflection.
What is wrong with me?
My hands clasp onto the sink. I was ashamed at myself. Then I felt warmth streaming down my cheek.
No. Stop. Don’t.
My body worked against my own will. I felt my palms trembling.
I hear them laughing outside. But those laughter was not for me.
Keep it together. Please.
I stand in pain and then I found courage for a moment. I splashed water on my face to conceal my red eyes.
You can do this.
I walk out of the bathroom. Another cycle, another day.