And, what's more, this 'precious' body, the very same that is hooted and honked at, demeaned both in daily life as well as in ever existing form of media, harrassed, molested, raped, and, if all that wasn't enough, is forever poked and prodded and weighed and constantly wrong for eating too much, eating too little, a million details which all point to the solitary girl, to EVERY solitary girl, and say: Destroy yourself.

I do not have OCD OCD OCD.

I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.

My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life

You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.

We will paste upon the curled pages words Like charming and romantic and sentimental Forgetting that charming is witchcraft Romantic is love And sentiment is what makes us human

He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.