go on.

starve yourself.

as if you're not already hungry for something your flesh cannot touch.

go on.

starve yourself.

as if you have not already lost enough.

go on.

starve yourself.

as if your ego is more important than your soul.

i aspire to be a writer so i can have my fantasies fulfilled, as sad as it sounds i will live through my characters and i will never write just for the money, all my books will be connected with me. if i ever publish, i will take time to meet my fans and explain my inspirations. because as a reader, i always want to know more...

i feel it coming to attack-
my feet drag-
my head spins-
i find it hard to get out of bed again-
my soul wants to live, but my mind is trying so hard to die-

I **** you not.
The only guy who I liked who I he did not want.
I walk by him as if to flaunt.
Every chance I get, my relentless pursuit haunts.
To make me jealous he revels in taunts.
To reveal my secret desire would wreck the fragile outter shell of my persona.
Guess it is not in our nature to be true.
In the action we do.
He will never know any of my love is true.
Mutual attraction is so rare & few.
It would be miraculous.
A change so fabulous.
My single ungranted wish.
The single life I would never miss.
I want to just be his.