gravity always wins: pressuer os cheekbones and heartaches, not heart attacks. anything to do with the heart is absurd. iwish i could sleep forever. im forgetting how to m ove im forgetting how to be heard, im forgetting how to love and be loved. yesturday in my school, i was ready to commit suicide underneath orange lights. it was high ceiling'd and it held a ghost for me, it fit perfectly. let's remember to die slowly next time around. sometimes i wish our shoulders would just fit perfectly into it, and suspision would be easier. i could fit there, and not feel terror in my throat when sickness creeps up in me. have i gone past annorexia? have i grown a gut and belly and something suitable for a baby, ive seen 16 years on a body, fall offso easily--girl you're too skinny. ill push the knfe away from my throat if theres no promise of dying and death, but maybe that you'd cut your name into my mind, leave it there. find it discarded in mention and you'll use beauty to try and make yourself better.