Now I understand why you're fucked up, and I do feel sorry for you. But I'm not sacrifcing my sanity on the altar of your cyberdrama.

I may as well resume talking to myself.

Sometimes it would be good not to feel anything at all. You know, kinda like you.

I really have nothing to say.

Crave is not a strong enough word.

I've been down and out, but I always have it out when I'm going down.

More and more I simply want to hear the sounds of nothing.

If you could only feel how much I miss you.

I'm so pretty.

That awkward moment when you no longer feel awkward.

I just know every subtweet is about me. -paranoid twitter addicts

I'm sick of getting my hopes up. For anything.

The best thing I love about calling you is when you don't answer.

I binge and purge vagina.

I think Im sick but no one knows, so you guys keep it quiet, okay? Thanks.

It's okay to be a cunt, but don't rub it in.

Felt free to talk into the open air, as if every vile act disappeared into the atmosphere as soon as the words were spoken.

You said I knew you like no other. Now we both know how much of a lie it really was.

Whoever I decide to be depends on who is with me.

The only reason you give it little thought is because those are the only kind you ever have.