and she wishes to have small shoulders, terrible thin thighs, lanky ribs and an hourglass all for her own sanity. she wishes for shape, some sort of form that may scream and cry out beauty. just like all the other girls. that's all she wants from day to day as she is surrounded by all those others who posses, more than her. damn her awkward image and non existent proportions, damn her bones and her organs all. kiss it all goodbye love, for she does not want this anymore.

needless to say, she is sick in her head. but she hides it with ever graceful smiles and giggles that cover her tears scars and wrinkles that everyone stares at first. she is no psychic but she feels she knows even if it is only a hunch. she will make sure they think greater of her soon. so forgetting her body and shutting herself off, she drifts into a hopeful destruction.