I have the right to destroy myself

''I have the right to destroy myself.' Its what I say as I push my fingers back towards my throat, teeth scraping knuckles, acid rising, burning. I claw for perfection, shes so close but just out of reach. I will grab her one day, wear her as a trophy, a huge medal around my neck, so big its the first thing people see.''

A short story about one girl's spiral into insanity for the pursuit of love and perfection.