I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I'm stable.

Dead girl walking” the boys say in the halls. “Tell us your secrets” the girls whisper, one toilet to another. "I am that girl. I am the spaces between my thighs, daylight shinning through. I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame.

The one good thing about being kind of shy is that nobody bugs you when you want to be left alone.

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.

To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door.

i decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path.

Everybody told me to be a man. Nobody told me how.