Pink Polka-Dotted Depression and A Disordered Mindset: I know you realize my games give themselves away as faked out scenarios but.. 'Call it fake; I call it good as it gets'.
I'll ask you a simple question. When Twitter asked you to 'put up your real name' did you listened. Tell me if you didn't lie when Facebook asked you about the foreign languages you speak. I didn't.
So I could write fairytales after all, It made me happy what I wrote earlier on, I loved it too much I asked Diane would she be able to believe in a god. She stared at me, and told me I was dumb.
She could bake dreams, Build paper creatures She had forgotten she could write as well, Only recently she was reminded.
She woke up to another day, well night she never woke after sunlight, it was always dark when she woke up.
Condoms and the day after pills, do you hate each other that much to not to share a kid. Is it only shallow pleasure. You're ever afraid to spend a lifetime together.
Woke up middle of the night, in my dream I was reminded of, the times I had hope, hope that's wasn't hopeless..
From time to time, I wonder; don't people give me any credit, or they're left speechless.
She was too disgusted with men, enough not to touch them. She wasn't a lesbian however, she liked girls but not very often.
Diane..
I got a parcel by mail today, two tiny Kawaii bears, one pale white, and one light brown with a green apron, both with pink cheeks upon their proportionally big heads, with patchwork paws, they're...
Your animal documentaries made me hate the nature. Made up the reason I hate you more than ever.. This is all a carefully planned hypocrisy-missionary operation. You cut the scene when risks occur.
My world is composed of dreams and an underground wonderland.. There we have teenage girls wasting away, I've surfaced through but stayed.
Saving money, not from food, but I'm planning to keep my tummy, empty. So when I meet my friend at Italy, I'll be pretty as she, I'll be free. I'll be happy.
When you spend 4 years in a hall, an old fat lady in glasses talking about food safety, they call you a gastronome.
She got a concert ticket, bought it the minute it was available. Didn't know she was no more the girl to spend hours under her parasol in the queue..
Imaginary friends don't help you zip your dress up, so it takes a little time, leaving the house for the taxi, in a dress skin-tight.
I am happy one day a month, and I think that is enough, 14th every month; I got a 750 TL in a credit card; at 4 am, at middle of the night, I don't sleep on 13th and eagerly wait for 4 am.
I have a little puppy He's a 7 year old baby. 15th next month is his birthday, I got him a squishy toy, that makes the squeaky sound. Sometimes I don't touch him all day, but he knows I love him.
Got a new tube of magnetic nail polish, a pink sparkly receiver for my iPhone and a new Monster High girl, Frankie-Stein.
Would you believe me if I said; I play with dolls. Don't you already hate me for not fitting in 'my' role.
I'm sitting at a lobby sipping on sugar-free coffee I ordered a cappuccino but the guy couldn't figure it out I see.. My dad is always working, he has 96 hours a month to sleep and he rarely does...
When I start crying, and think of leaving to the end of everything, I'll be going. I seem lost in vanity; Do you know I wouldn't hesitate a minute; if it wasn't for my mom and puppy..
My dad has a diet of beer and '3 in 1' coffees. We care about each other but we can't really get along together. So we don't meet more often than a couple of weeks.
Mom says I have so much hate within me; that's it's not good; life's too short for it. When a woman writes about rape turning into a love story; name me a reason, to take my head out of the lavatory.
I have a little white bag, shaped like a pumpkin with wheels, has windowpanes; in them there is a princess, her pup and a little leprechaun she's in love with. The people see it and get very excited.
Couple of years back, I was always dressed in black; leather, latex and lace.
I have an ugly red one, it works like Prozac; y'know the type they say makes you high as clouds, and also it has a side effect; you shop like a maniac. I can say I do feel high when I'm out to shop.
Call me an attention whore, A drama queen Yes.. I like the attention, don't we all.
I have a twitter account, Why I do is no secret, It's something everyone knows about. Was so weak, so brittle back then, but now; I've grown proud. I had friends back then, But I drew them apart.
I realized today that I never actually get bored. I was amazed by the fact 'cause when thought of it it had nothing, was just boring.
I have a little sister She's many many miles away She's just 16, You told her she was old enough, to restrict herself from everything in life, every little thing that she should be proud, to be...
I assume You'd call me lost. I thought so too, till I woke from the doubts you-yes you caused. No, I haven't become comfortably numb. Instead I dusted out; the feelings you've numbed.
I'm pale, I'm light. But not thin enough anymore to be so slight. When I was skin&bones, at least I had the peace of being unrecognized. Yet today, I don't really mind.
Today I learned beautiful pictures are not documentaries of beautiful days..
I'm not excited, I'm frustrated. I'm not upset, I'm devastated. C..
Blame me I only like boys when they're immobilized and in bondage. Don't be afraid, no one will ever blame you sir for making bras traditionalized. But I'm not slave, not your slut.
This is something I scribbled in my diary all dolled up with my Kawaii stickers, well you can't see the stickers obviously-Opuss needs an photo feauture but it's very honest and nice, I think...
Laughing at me; telling I play with dolls, That I'm too old to float, too young to fall..
My parents are commis, they were quite the rebel in their time.. I've been a chubby hippie, a skinny goth, an emaciated ghost. I never empathized them both.
Mom looks down on me sometimes because I write in my diary too much. People say I'm immature because I like Kawaii diary stickers, plushies, collector dolls, because I quote Manson too much.
This, the first letter is written by Diane that wasn't responded, before she became the girl living on the roof of the restaurant she priorly was the chef of; 'I wore that tight black dress of mine...
They told her to count daisy leaves, He loves me, he loves me not And maybe one day if she's in luck; someone just as well come claim territory of her skies.
Did she thought she was beautiful in that emaciated body.
This little girl is always hungry..
She stripped in front of the mirror and looked at herself; she was scared of her own reflection. She could tell that.. But.. it was her only weapon she thought at the time to keep him attached to her.
'Seahorses, hey. I love seahorses.. I really love seahorses.' Ceren said when Eddie replied to her sad muttering of female submission in nature, with 'What about seahorses.
'I feel like I feel a ton; yet people started looking at; like I wear a crown.'. 'Not sure I like it though; will pass through this 'pretty phase' indoors.'.
'I love how you can't say yeast, your childish ways and your hugs before I leave, but you're flying high on your nargile and weed..
Toffee caught some sea-breeze, he's not eating and Ondine knows he's not fond of fishes, get hold of some biddies to use in all kind of dishes, hoping he eats 'cause her pup being sick gives her a...
'My fins are not made for typing, but they float like in the sea, my Pull-Apart Bread has Gouda if not Dutch Crunch these days you see..'.
'You're not a rockstar, you don't even let me smoke in your car, I want a rockstar.' 'So you don't want to take me out for dinner 'cause you don't want to pay; kiss me goodbye I say.' 'Beg me my...
Verna is no witch lady, but Erutàron's fridge filled with Red Delicious, she sure is crafty, Athena tells Ondine don't be moody, still Ondine pictures a ladies room, one lavatory banging and jolty.
'I have swam the Seine, I would swim on the 'surface' with you if only it wouldn't stain my snow white tan..
Ondine speaking out about Erutàron/his choices etc. to her father, Cypreas she is in a hatred.
That boy Erutàron strolls, to Ondine seems a troll. Haven't eaten in a week, seeing her feet appearing under the spangles, feel like a crime chewing on a bunch of mosses.
''Glitter why do you leave me. I need the pink in my cheeks, my sticking out sharp cheek-bones' The menth-breath of Frissons inside her newly black-dotted pink lungs.
A story within, the hardest part of the inauguration; but only a stepping stone and nothing more it should be seen. The character portfolio and the synopsis: 'The tail, the fat.. !.
She stood at his grave while her fellow warriors crossed another number from the list. ..There was another fireside feast that night. 'Cause moon was full and bright.
Staring at the jocks; she rubbed on her stomach and puked on the ground. Was glad for the first time seeing them and not broken and scared for she wanted to get rid of that meal anyway.
The synopsis: This is so unreal, yet it has an undeniable reality in it. It's a story told backwards. About a girl who the world believes; doesn't exist. She's a nightmare to all of you but she's...