Never love a wild thing...you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up...if you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky. 

-Truman Capote Breakfast at Tiffany's

Having solid food in my stomach makes me want to die.Or just sleep for days, less permanent that way.

My best friend is leaving for 7 months. I'm not sure what I'll do without her.

Let me die pale, blue-black rings 'round my eyes.
Let me die thin, memories of past flesh amid bones.
There is beauty in skin paled by hunger; hunger is clean.

The way he looks at me, it's as if he knows everything about me. He makes me feel guilty when I've done nothing wrong. The naked object. There is no use in wishing him away, he'll be there tomorrow. Calm me.
"E" mentioned his name.
Miss Piggy has to stop eating.
Apple.
Juice.
Water.
MC.

Vomit, vomit, vomit. Nobody cares and it's all shit. Cut in the dark, lightness brings a scratch: bloodless.

                                   

Drinking will never be as bad as eating. 

I'm turning into a monster. 

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