At Least The Girls In

The Most Beautiful People Are The Ones That Don't Look Like One Race Or Even One Sex.

I Wanted To Die, Then. I Wanted To Destroy The Body I Was Trapped In, Become What She Was, No Matter What It Took. No Matter How Much Mutilation Or Pain. But He Looked Away, At Me. He Pulled My Face Down And Pressed My Lips Against His Like He Was Almost Trying To Suffocate Us Both.

You Make Me Feel Like I Have Wings When You Touch Me.

I Want To Be Untouchable And Beautiful And Completely Dead Inside.

Everything Was Chocolate Ice Cream And Kisses And Wind.