Skipping the Normalities

There I was in my room alone. She was gone. Still gone after more than a week. I could hear her talking and laughing with her other boyfriends as she passed by my door. I was lying on my back and looking up at the pipes that ran across my ceiling. They looked solid enough to hold my weight. She knew I was in there by myself. She knew I was sad because she wouldn't come by and visit me again. What more proof did she need? Maybe I wasn't crying loudly enough. Try boosting the volume on that first... Nothing. Oh well. Can't go on like this. Just need something to tie around my neck. What's this? A skipping rope? Well, at least it ties into a knot. Okay. Here we go. This ought to teach her! 1...2...3! What the fuck? I didn't know these things were so stretchy! Maybe they design them that way to prevent little girls from hanging themselves. What should I do now? After all that fuss I made, I feel like I shouldn't make a sound now. I want the folks listening in the hall to think I went through with it. I'm hungry. How long do I have to stay like this?
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