Each Reader Has To Find Her Or

I Inscribe Three Lines, Hush Hush Hush, Into My Skin. Ghosts Trickle Out.

Sometimes Being An Adult Means Doing The Right Thing, Even If It's Not What You Want.

I Doubt Trees Are Ever Told To 'be The Screwed-up Ninth-grader.'

I Failed Eating, Failed Drinking, Failed Not Cutting Myself Into Shreds. Failed Friendship. Failed Sisterhood And Daughterhood. Failed Mirrors And Scales And Phone Calls. Good Thing I'm Stable.

Homework Is Not An Option. My Bed Is Sending Out Serious Nap Rays. I Can't Help Myself. The Fluffy Pillows And Warm Comforter Are More Powerful Than I Am. I Have No Choice But To Snuggle Under The Covers.