Ea: Is It The Smoke That Smells

I Do Not Have Ocd Ocd Ocd.

And, What's More, This 'precious' Body, The Very Same That Is Hooted And Honked At, Demeaned Both In Daily Life As Well As In Ever Existing Form Of Media, Harrassed, Molested, Raped, And, If All That Wasn't Enough, Is Forever Poked And Prodded And Weighed And Constantly Wrong For Eating Too Much, Eating Too Little, A Million Details Which All Point To The Solitary Girl, To Every Solitary Girl, And Say: Destroy Yourself.

Then I Break A Glass And I Slit My Very Innermost Thigh So That I Can Pretend That I'm Menstru--- Well, Unavailable.

History Written In Pencil Is Easily Erased, But Crayon Is Forever.

Nothing In My Life Has Ever Made Me Want To Commit Suicide More Than People's Reaction To My Trying To Commit Suicide.