...the words I can't say are the holes I punch in the walls of my psyche...

...the secret to writing is to get your own pain - shout it out till it hurts your throat - weep it into your pillow - then write it down ...

...when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ...

...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...

...there's something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one - I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me...

Whatever you do, don’t feel sorry for me. I know it’s the best you can do. Life hasn’t hit you in your perfect little bubble yet. Please don’t try to understand. Nobody can. No one knows what it’s like to be me, except others like me. You’re making me pissed. You’re making me feel bad. Stop reminding me that I have no life. I don’t care about your prom. Yes, I know I haven’t talked to you in a while. NO, I’m not ignoring you, but it’s not exactly like you’ve been calling me either. I just haven’t been feeling well lately. I’m tired and my body is aching all over. It’s hurting all the time. I can barely move when it rains, and some days I just don’t want to do anything. SHUT UP.