• i c**k my head to the side when i talk to you as if i'm working out what you're thinking but i'm not, the world just isn't pretty when it's the right way up. i want to be a star a star a star, then i could be dead long before you saw me but you wouldn't know, how magical, how naive.
    white noise fills my ears and for a while i'm at peace with myself.
    i'm in the bath with a blade against my thigh and i'm thinking, maybe if i just cut off slither by slither of skin, then maybe i'd get to the person underneath, who is beautiful and loved by everyone.
    i don't see it happening but a part of me has hope, thankyou thankyou thankyou.
    i'm not happy anymore. i'm dragging my nails across my stomach but nothing's happening, i grab my skin and still, nothing.
    it doesn't feel like i'm in my body anymore. it feels like i'm just a shell of who i used to be.
    it excites me, i think i like it.