I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view

My last days have been terrible. I've been crying and screaming. I've been so angry at everyone. Everybody ask if I'm ok, and then I yell at them and says: "of course, I'm fine, can't u see that?"

I want to walk in the snow and not leave a footprint.

I want to walk in the snow and not spoil its purity.

Whwn my mum came home on Sunday she saw the bloody towel and asked me if I had something to tell her. I didn't say a thing, I just said that she has to focus on her own things and not on mine. Can't she understand, I don't want her to care for me!! She started to cry and said how much she love me. That she don't want to lose me. She asked if I could show her my arm, but I refused, but I had to agree to show it to my doctor...

Kate and Kristin and kit kat.

All things I like looking at.

Too weak to fuss, too weak to die.

Choice is skeletal in everybody's life

I talked to my teacher today. She said that if there is anything I want to talk about she's there for me. Fuck her! I don't want to talk to her. She fuss about everythin.

I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy.

Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires.

Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy.

And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me

"Manic street Preachers"

before - after

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