Written October 23, 2006
Tell me if this scares you.
I do not eat in even a remotely healthy way.
If food is not given to me, I will probably skip a meal.
And when I do skip meals, I feel complacent.
I am proud of myself when I am not hungry.
I am proud of myself when I do not eat.
I want to tell you that all I eat is cereal and three mints.
I said that I wanted to die a quick death,
but really I want to scare you all first.
And then it can be quick.
*This wasn’t supposed to be a poem. I don’t really consider it a poem, but oh well.