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I wrote this at about 7 in the morning without having any sleep, so forgive me if it doesn't make sense или if it's rushed in some parts.

Fat.
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 Знаменитости 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 подушка 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.
He entered my room, turned, and faced me. “All the scars on your skin: Post No Bills.” He stared at my wrists, covered with scars. I used to cut myself. I still did. His dull blue eyes, now filled with tears flickered up to my face. “Who Ты were was so beautiful. Remember who- who Ты were.”
My eyes started watering. He never сказал(-а) anything like this to me before. I didn’t know what to do. I just stood and watch him speak so slowly and softly.
“Hide from the mirrors that crack at the memories. Hide from your family, they won’t know Ты now.” Brandon motioned toward an old family фото on my dresser, sighing, and turning back to me. “For all the holes in our souls host no thrills.”
Grabbing my shoulders, Brandon began to weep. “Who Ты were was so beautiful. Remember who – who Ты were.” He held me close.
We stood like this for a while, crying, and holding each other. My makeup was running down my face, and for once, I couldn’t care less. Brandon had been trying to help me all of this time. All of this time that I was nothing but a Screenager.
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Dominic’s P.O.V.

    “Matthew, Ты stupid idiot, what are Ты doing?” I screamed at Matthew, giggling uncontrollably.
    “What does it look like I’m doing? I am obviously trying to impersonate how Ты act on stage. Look at me! I’m a drummer! I flip my hair play these drums so coolly.”
    “I do not look like that when I play! It’s еще like…” I walked over to the drum set and began to play. I’ll Показать him.
    Matthew continued to laugh and thrash about. “You look like a bloody wanker! LOOK...
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I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE FOLLOWING. ALL CREDIT GOES TO CHESS_BOXING ON LIVEJOURNAL. I AM SIMPLY SHARING THE STORY. I WROTE NONE OF THIS

At first, I thought my cellmate was asleep, but then I heard one of his arms Переместить to scratch the other, and his head shift to face me. I cursed my shitty luck - I'd have preferred him to be out with the other inmates in the yard, where they'd watched me arrive. I just wanted to unpack my case (which had been delivered previously and was now sitting in the corner, by the bit of floor with the stain on it), inspect the cell, crawl under my scratchy, awful covers...
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This is from the Hullabaloo DVD, it shows Chris and Dom teasing people by acting... haha. You'll see :)
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