Lovely

I have just discovered the joy of pouring salt and lemon juice on my wounds!
I must tell Angelina!

Food.

Sometimes people ask me why I never eat lunch.
I dont need food. Food is for the living. Its not important. Nothing is.
Sometimes I'll chew on some glass, tin foil or fingernails... but thats all I need.
Fucking fail.

Food.

Trampoline.

Today we had a P.E lesson on trampolines. I bounced as high as I could so that I could come down again as fast as possible, like life, you grow quickly, then you start to mould and shrivel and then, YOU DIE.
At the end of my go I threw myself backwards of the back of the trampoline, and was very pleased with the crunch my bones made when they hit the dirty floor of the sports hall. When my teacher tryed to help me I burst in to tears, grabbed his scalding hot tea and threw it into my face. I ran out, hand in hand with Angelina, and it was raining outside, so we ran into the traffic, crying, and hoped to get hit by a car.

The best day of my life...

Natalie and Molly threw me down the stairs... Then angelina came and licked the blood of my knees.
It reminded me of death.

A POEM ABOUT EVERYTHING

The dead women is dead
and stiff
I cry a little tear
I sniff
I cut my little finger
I bleed
Where are all the flowers?
All I see are weeds.

My computer is too bright.

So I draped it in a black veil.