Trying some creative writing out...

Ok, this has cleared critique, and I've been told it hasn't made any eyes bleed, so lemme know what you think:

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She sat there as the phone rang and wondered if she really had the courage to do what she'd been steeling herself up to do for days. Nothing. {{{Ring}}} It was time to do nothing, and it was tearing her apart. All she wanted to do was pick up the phone, but she knew that she would be throwing it all away if she did that. Her dignity, that was the big thing. She debated throwing her dignity in the {{{Ring}}} toilet as she held the phone in her hand. It was all a game, and she knew that. In her strong moments, she was tired of being a {{{RING}}} pawn. In her weak moments, she thought that at least being a pawn meant that you were in the game. A part of SOMETHING. Anything. She hated herself for those weak moments. Really hated herself. Why couldn't she be strong like her friends who seem to have it all under control? Why did this have to be so {{{Ring}}} hard? She knew he was wrong for her. It was obvious. To everyone. Each day that passed seemed to bring her more of the strong moments. She was getting there. And as she sat there waiting the phone out, a strong moment came over her for just long enough... bullied her weak moment around until {{{ }}}. She'd done it. Nothing. And it was the most powerful nothing she'd ever done in her life.