i feel evil and rotten inside.
you are what you eat or you eat what you are. i want cheetos, ice cream, raw meat. coffee. speed.
i want to punch someone in the face until their nose crunches like an egg full of blood.
i want a thunderstorm.
i want him to pound me until i can't think of anything else.
my stomach is full of nothing satisfying, empty sweetness and air. irritable puffy bowels.
sometimes growling works better than screaming.
you are what you eat or you eat what you are. i want cheetos, ice cream, raw meat. coffee. speed.
i want to punch someone in the face until their nose crunches like an egg full of blood.
i want a thunderstorm.
i want him to pound me until i can't think of anything else.
my stomach is full of nothing satisfying, empty sweetness and air. irritable puffy bowels.
sometimes growling works better than screaming.
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you were no doubt that intimidating girl i was scared to look in the eye on the odd chance you caught me and threatened the bike racks after school.
so, what do you write ?
stylistically, just from you journel entries, you sort of remind me of chuck palinuck, or have i pegged you wrong?