I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through.

Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For awhile. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's to late because you are maintaining it now,straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop.

My parents didn't raise me to be religious. The closest we come to worship is the Trinity of Visa, Mastercard, and American Express. I think the Merryweather cheerleaders confuse me because I missed out on Sunday School. It has to be a miracle. There is no other explanation. How else could they sleep with the football team on Saturday night and be reincarnated as virginal goddesses on Monday?

Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.

There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.

Nicole can do anything that involves a ball and whistle.

I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.