Eating Was Hard. Breathing Was

I Knew How Much It Hurt To Be The Daughter Of People Who Can't See You, Not Even If You Are Standing In Front Of Them Stomping Your Feet.

My Face Becomes A Picasso Sketch, My Body Slicing Into Pieces.

Art Without Emotion Its Like Chocolate Cake Without Sugar. It Makes You Gag.

You’re Not Dead, But You’re Not Alive, Either. You’re A Wintergirl.

You Hurt Her By Starving Yourself, You Hurt Her With Your Lies, And By Fighting Everybody Who Tries To Help You. Emma Can Only Sleep A Couple Of Hours A Night Now. She's Haunted By Nightmares Of Monsters That Eat Our Whole Family. They Eat Us Slowly, She Says, So We Can Feel Their Sharp Teeth.