You are fat and useless.
Nothing you say makes sense, they are not laughing with you darling.
Did you think they were?
Oh bless you, you thought they liked you.
They do like me don’t they?
Stop staring, they are talking about you now, they see right through you.
They see under all your nice person crap, they see you are worthless, and annoying.
Stop talking for god sake, just stay quiet.
But look happy, keep smiling, nobody wants to have to ask you if you are ok.
They think you are an attention seeker.
‘Lexy, are you ok?’
See, now you are forcing them to be nice.
How dare you force them to be nice!
I’ll say I am great, it will be fine…
Stop lying, stop smiling, god you are so fake!
Do you think they are unable to see how utterly fake you are, bitch?
You are not ‘great’, they know you are lying, now they think you are rude!
Just do something normal you idiot!
I am trying, Ok I will be honest…
They are bored with your drama, they wish you would just die.
Die? That would be peaceful. But, I don’t want to think like this…
You are destroying yourself again.
Everything you have worked for.
You are a failure.
Again, you are a failure again, you are a waste of blood and organs.
A complete waste of everybody’s time.
Why can’t you just be normal???
How much money have they spent on listening to you spout your crap?
How many people have taken the time to be there?
And look at you.
Look at how disgusting you are.
How could you ever be happy with yourself?
You look like the hulk.
Look at your double chins, your spotty face, your idiotic big toe.
My toe? What is wrong with my toe?
You are a cretin.
How old are you?
And look at where you are.
You made too many mistakes.
Big ones, small ones, irretrievable ones.
You will rot in hell.
There is no wonder you have gone crazy, you have sent yourself crazy.
Sweep it under the rug Lexy, move on.
Come on girl, ignore what I am saying, you can do this.
Come on you insignificant little twat, stop shaking and live your life.
I am running out of patience with you.
Oh my god, you are cutting again?
Are you seriously going to take that knife and…
Oh you pathetic little toilet germ.
You are cutting again.
How old are you? 13? Get a grip you slob, you have a son.
Oh the state of me, I am pathetic.
Life doesn’t revolve around you, you know.
Think of your son.
I hate you Lexy.
I hate everything you are.
‘What do you want for tea babe? Did you have a nice day?’