August 1st, 2017
I can't.
I can't start eating.
I will become fatter.
The mirror was lying.
I am still fat.
I am still not good enough.
YOU ARE READING
Weak
Short Story"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, But the silence of our friends." ~Martin Luther King Jr. There was nothing I could do. There was nothing we could do. It wasn't our fault. Or was it, really? ...
