Maybe I’ll come back as somebody else. I’ll be the wild-haired girl Adam meets in his first week at university. ‘Hi, are you on the horticultural course as well?

I've always wanted to be a cat. Warm and domesticated when you want to be, wild when you don't.

It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.

I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful.

Three points for the dead slowly prising open the lids of their coffins. They want to hunt the living. They can't stop. Their throats have turned to liquid and their fingers glint under the weak autumn sun.

Moments. All gathering towards this one.

Don't think you have to be good because you're the only one left. Be as bad as you like.