"you don't get me. You don't know how much disgust I feel when I look at my body in the mirror." He said annoyed by your questions of if he was okay and needed something, he stoof there with broken glass in his knuckles from breaking the mirror, there was blood dripping to the floor and he was self-loathing everything about himself. He hated looking down at himself in the shower, the way the hot water felt like hands, the way he couldn't even show a sliver of skin on himself without hating it.