Leave Him Behind (Be More Chill) (Meremy Hell)

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(Warning: Mentions of Bulima and cutting.)

Jeremy never really forced himself to throw up, but...

The Squip says he's overweight. The Squip says he's disgusting.

The Squip says he has to lose weight, and skip meals.

And avoid Michael. And it's making Jeremy miserable.

Calm down, you're doing good! Don't back out now, Jeremy.

Am I? Michael seemed distant during that call...I just...he's always been there for me, so--

Jeremy, you need to forgot about him. He's a loser. Move on.

I'm going to sleep.

Goodnight Jeremy. Forgot about Michael.

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I lay in bed, unable to sleep. Jeremy hates me. He fucking hates me. I stare at the red dribbling down my arm, the thick blood dripping on my bedsheets. I feel like throwing up. After what seems like an hour, I getup to wash my arm off before the blood dries. The blood trickles down the drain, and I watch it swirl around, my eyes hazy and my eyelids heavy. I don't think I've ever felt this sick. A reminder goes off on my phone; it reads 'School Tomorrow!'

Shit.

(I know it's short but I wanted to update this week so here. moRE LIKE HEERE AM I RIGHT)