motorcycle driveby

I never want to eat again. Three of the most important people in my life have suggested I'm big in the past couple of days. All independent of one another and not dreamt up in my head. I just want to be thin and fragile and beautiful and narrow. I want to be so small I will fit in between the gaps in the wooden bridge near my home so I can slide away into the river and float away. I've just spilt water all over my laptop so if you don't hear from me for a while, I've gone and blown it up.