Anticipation
sizzles down my spine...

I open the door
And walk into mirror land...

Everybody's making money of cigarettes
We pay for addiction...

In dusty car parks you'll find me
Living off cigarettes and a taste for regret...

Always half a face
Always half a smile...

Anxiety crawls
And sits in the veins...

The clock strikes eleven
And I think, I feel, like a real person ought to...

I worry that I can't stop,
That I'll never stop...

She used to be a writer - she loved it. Words...
She wasn't always writing, reading, thinking...

I want no eating disorder
Just a general diagnosis of "messed up&quot...

A million things that I mustn't forget
And I mustn't touch, mustn't feel...

(something I wrote a long time ago and am not...
Please, these are not my current views. I was...