Today a girl looked me in the eyes and said "I wish I had anorexia."

It honestly took all of my self control to not punch her.  I know she's an ignorant fool, but I was angry.  Not so much at her, but at the media and how some parts of our society glorify eating disorders, specifically ana. Anorexia is horrible.  You hate yourself, and you always will hate yourself if ana comes into yourlife.  Ana is a not friend.

Second Place Just Means First Place Loser

He chose her over me
And I think I've finally
Let that thought go
I hope he's happy with her
And I hope that she breaks
His heart

R.R.

So there's this boy, and he's a sweetheart and goes to church and listens to good music (so I can make him mixtapes and he'll actually appreciate them) and he's such a dork but I like him and I think he likes me and we met in such a not so conventional way, but I sure am glad we did.  That is all.

FUCK I WANT MY SWEATER BACK.

The Writing Process

1. Form idea in head right before you fall asleep
2. Only remember a fraction of it when you wake up
3. Write three pages
4. Realize it's complete shit
5. Delete all of it
6. Cry

The Soft Effects of a Nyquil Overdose

Thump thump thUmp thuMP tHUMP  THUMP

Right against my chest

Right out of my chest

T h u m p.  T h u m p.  T h u m p.

My hands are tingly

And my limbs as heavy

As my eyelids

thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump

I can’t tell what is reality

And what isn’t

All I know is

That I want to go to bed

R.R.

lol no who am I kidding I can't do this