I am not pregnant ( Read more... )

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Do you know what truth is darling? Truth is what I paint in the faces of ghosts ( Read more... )

Do you think that my life depends on you ( Read more... )

I keep on thinking I am pregnant. My belly keeps on expanding. I keep on gaining weight. I want to take a fucking pregnancy test, or starve myself to death ( Read more... )

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An ideology only needs one person, but every person needs something more superficial, something more aesthetically sweet. Like thousands of dancing pussies or a hundred bottles of Vicodin or one pretty face with 5 pounds of makeup lying next to you on the bed when you wake in the morning. Perhaps you need fear, perhaps you need romance, perhaps you ( Read more... )

I want to be like an independent slut so I can independently make a decision to be yours.

There is a hunger inside of my stomach. There is an emptiness inside of my mouth. There is the rapidity of time hovering around my head, and I miss you since you stepped out for your hourly cigarette. You told me that you need to put that stick inside of your mouth, and it reminded me of my need to put your arrogance inside of mine. I love your ( Read more... )

I hate you you fucking computer. I hate this piece of shit motherfucking god damn piece of fucking fuckitty fuck fuck.