La madeleine de Proust
Winona Ryder in Girl, Interrupted as Susanna.
is it fucked up that this has always been my idea of perfection…?
im not even sure i care anymore though…about anything. i havent slept in three days and counting, not more than two hours
Hoping I will die tomorrow still counts as having hope, right?
i just lose it out of the blue
like its not even me there like im just watching
but im so lightheaded right now from lack of food i guess or something i dont know i dont know how long its been like four months since a meal or fuck this doesnt make sense does it
its lonely and cold and i want nothing more than to pick up this razor again and push it in like i always dream of make some pretty like those in the picture
i smoked sixteen cigarettes on friday… i am, i dont even…this cant keep happening…
ew my thighs
look are huge.