I never seem to know what to write.
My mind ais always oh-so-empty, unlike my stomach.
I'm sitting next to the radiator,wrapped in 2 blankets and layers of clothes,still freezing.
Sabina (<3) is next to me, I just took a photo.
I'm quite cosy,listening to The Dresed Dolls,smoking and sipping green tea.
I want to feel hungry. I don't feel safe when I'm ( Read more... )

I haven't written something here in a while ( Read more... )

 'Don't ask yourself why.And don't doubt or over-analyze.If you ever do so when I'm not around,the things I've said will always come up the wrong way.So don;t ( Read more... )

 Tomorrow I have an appt with my psychologist.I hope it goes well ( Read more... )

 Jul. 8th, 2010 at 9:57 PM

"The highest, as the lowest, form of criticism is a mode of autobiography." (Preface)

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written." (Preface)

"All art is quite useless." (Preface)

"There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being ( Read more... )

You can ask me anything,anonimously here:  http://www.formspring.me/cryptorchid

''I wish anorexia would take over my body again, give me the strength to lose all of this hideous, ugly, FAT blubber on my body. it suffocates me. In the bath early I was just so aware of how all of my body felt. How grotesquely heavy my breasts felt on my chest, the rolls of fat around my belly, the way my arms seemed to spread like lard against ( Read more... )

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