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'I am

contemptuous

of others

so it hurts less when they are

indifferent

to me'

.

'When I find a

picture on the ground,

or at school, I put

them in my scrapbook

and write a paragraph

and pretend

the people in it

are my friends.

And I don't feel so alone'

.

'I wish I would

have spent

more time

with him...

when he

 remembered my name'

.

'I dreamt I was allergic to make-up.

Now I am'

Brown-Strawberry.

'Sometimes after dark my friends and I strip down to our bras and panties

and run around our local park, swing on the swings and feel so free.

Afterwards I sketch it.

We call it Liberation'

This is how we share our secrets. The way we lie.

Because, you know, I'm a real liar.

Keep that secret.

¿Demasiada morfina en mi sangre?
Déjame aquí. Dejadnos aquí con nuestras novelas baratas
para enfermos. Dejadnos hacer el amor con
la mirada.

Mira mi aguja, ¿te gusta? Puedes quedartela,
como si fuera un regalo. Lo único que está un poco
sucia. Hay restos de anoche. Y de hoy.
Pero por favor, déjame aquí. Dejadnos. Felices.

"I put lost socks to good use...

I masturbate into them".

(D O  N O T  C A R E)

Vida.

"Everytime I approach an overpass, I think how easy it would be to simply turn the wheel ever so slightly to the left and find peace, at long last..."

Silver lip gloss on your right nipple.

"Sometimes I wish that I was

BLIND

 just so I wouldn't have to look at myself everyday in the mirror".

Follow me,my love. I'm reaching his bloody sky, you hear? Dammit, I've stopped feeling you, your skin.

Depila mis uñas.

Hemos tenido demasiado sexo en los últimos diez años.
Hemos gastado demasiado dinero en los últimos diez meses.
Nos hemos enamorado diez veces en los últimos tres días.
Prefiero que apagues la televisión y me alimentes.
Quiero que me grites,
que me quemes,
que me hagas una foto en blanco y negro y
te canses de mí.

Prefiero que te marches y no vuelvas y
perderme entre mis piernas. Hemos sufrido
demasiado,
joder.

"I make up fantasy stories because my real life SUCKS.

And now my fantasy life is starting to SUCK, too".

Pues eso.

Me pertenece(s).

"I envy the willpower of anorexics."

"I will never be sexy enough."

"I'M GETTING A TATTOO ABOUT

LOVE

TO COVER A SCAR THAT REMINDS ME OF JUST HOW MUCH I USED TO

HATE

MYSELF."

Repite el proceso cada día y conseguirás enamorarte. Enamorarte. Odiarle.

Nos creíamos mortales.

Nos fotografiamos para ser inmortales.

"Loving you saved my life..."

37 USA. (2003).

"When I'm alone I see myself as

beautiful.

It's when I'm around others that I feel so

ugly & flawed."

Carta desde Manhattan (stuck en tu cabeza y tus ideas):

El tiempo pasa tan rápido aquí, you know, like if somebody was robbing you. You shouldn’t forget that. That day. Esas navidades. Ese polvo acumulado entre las dos ventanas.

And the freezing cold. And all the post-it on the wall. And the names. And the quotes. And your great-grandmother. And your father crying because, ¿quién podría creerlo?

Y el hombre saltando por la ventana. A lo mejor tenía miedo a morir quemado. A lo mejor, viendo el surrealismo dominante, pensó que podía volar.

-          Who is he?

-          Un amigo.

-          ¿Un amigo o tu novio, eh?

-          Un amigo que murió en el World Trade Center.

And your fucking face. Inexpressive. It’s not easy to get through those tears. But who cares, diez años son insuficientes para borrar ese rictus del skyline de la ciudad.

“I steal small things from my friends to keep memories of how much I love them.”

And this won’t stop. Not this year. Not the next one. Not the other. And it’s not bad at all, because all of you must remind the fucking pain that killed that boy, that girl, that kid who was waiting his father after school, y él nunca apareció. Porque no debéis olvidar(les).

Because you know, a lo major pensó que podia volar.

Total tender: 286,89

I broke up with my boyfriend who used to call me darling when we made love because

I fell in love with a man who calls me slut when he fucks me.

Eisenberg's Sandwich Shop.

I masturbate to feel good.

I have sex to feel wanted.