They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.

Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you.

The stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking didn't make her skinny, it made her cry.

I wish adults would spend less energy freaking out about the cutting itself and work harder to understand what drives kids to self-harm.

Can the plural possessive express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe!

You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl.

I see IT in the hallway. IT goes to Merryweather. IT is walking with Aubrey cheerleader. IT is my nightmare and I can't wake up.IT sees me. IT smiles and winks. Good thing my lips are stitched together or I'd throw up.