I don't have 'crushes', I have crazy, self-tormenting, destructive obsessions.

If you love something set it free, become a bitter, cynical, depressed alcoholic when it doesn't come back then die alone.

People will eventually stop asking 'How are you?' if you answer them honestly a couple of times.

There's nothing quite so dangerous as a crazy, damaged, fucked up bitch in love.

That sad expression on my face is my face.

Scars are reminders that something has tried to kill you and failed. Even if it was you..

It's a perfect day to disappear.

You can't keep me. But like a stray cat, I'll keep returning if you feed and stroke me sometimes.

Fuck the unwritten rules, I don't even understand the written ones.

I just want a guy who has been in more bar fights than me.

The scar tissue is stronger than the skin that was there before the atrocity.

I should shut my mouth before I say something true.

Everything is a subtweet when you're a narcissistic paranoid.

'Fuck, let's do it and see what happens!' - me, making serious, life changing decisions.

When someone understands, it doesn't comfort me that I'm not alone but breaks my heart that others had to go through the same hell too.

No, I'm not happy to see you, it's just the amniotic fluid cascading down my thighs.

I love existentialism, shitty 80's horror movies and oldschool pc games. Only one of these would be enough to stay single forever.

Does it count as a subtweet if I'm subtweeting people who aren't on twitter?

So many amazing new followers. So many new people to disappoint.

I would pluck out my eyes for you, so you'd have more holes to fuck me.