snow

so i guess eating steak and mashed potatoes everyday, with the occasional triple cheeseburger with bacon for snack...does not make me put on the weight. i'm convinced that i have tapeworm. i'm just feeding it. maybe i'll name it. it must like vodka. why do i fucking care...thanks for the complex. assholes. not you. well maybe you. i'm small and i will punch you in the face.

i went up on stage for the first time since i quit the tour. it was weird. i gogo danced with london at dantes. i felt ugly. i felt too thin. i had a fucking anxiety attack. i'm a mess. i need meds. but whatever. (whatever and like...because i feel like being valley girl) and then i went home and made love to myself in the mirror.

do you ever pull the petals off of daisies? i love you i love you not.

i hate being spit on. stop wiping blood on the back of my neck.

i washed your wounds and then made them my own.

i dyed my hair black again. iris black?

i miss my london. smurf cut it up.

something is all fucked up with my email. i think i changed my password in my sleep or some shit.

i think i'll turn on the red light...take some pictures.