I looked at the water that slowly filled up my bathtub. I looked at myself in the mirror, I was a wreck. I grabbed my fathers sharp pocket knife and pressed the shiny metal deeply into the skin of my wrist, slowly pulling the blade up my arm, like it was paintbrush on a canvas. I sobbed harshly as the words and phrases, sent by my school mates, swirled around in my brain. I touched my blood and wrote the words on my tiled bathroom wall: Stupid, Fat, Weird, Blonde...