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Here is a sneak peek into a short story that I am writing:                  Tung hadn't been eating well for a few weeks now. Maybe a peach here or there, or maybe some tea to soothe his body. His hip bones were starting to emerge from the sickly surface of his body, his skin wearing a certain pallor found only in anorexics. His rib cage became visible every time he took a breath. He remembered how the cold and uninviting metal of the steel girders of the bridge were as they touched his body by accident as he leaned over the edge, wondering continuously what it

I just wanted to do a quick entry on how this shit world scares the fuck out of me. We are expected to do so much with so little. People want to be given opportunity and success without struggle. I create all these personal websites and blogs and shit, and I know they don't get a lot of views and whatever. But I don't care. I just wanted to say that for all you people struggling out there, I am with you every step of the way. If you are stressed about the bitch work for college, struggling with keeping yourself happy, struggling with self harm or any other disorders, I am here for you. Fuck here's my phone number 6177553181 if you need anythi

Untitled—1/4/12 Cramped. Hunched at a desk. You know who you are; The first one up To see sunrise. The last to put The mind at ease. Hands scarred Like an artist. Change will define Boundaries nobody Wants to cross. Fuck your numbers, Match them with Inane ridicule. You pierce flesh. Flesh that beckons beauty Onto nothing.