I don't think I have an eating disorder regardless of what they say. I turn on the television and all I see are images that gradually turn into coloured dots and the guy is screaming but I can't hear him because the TV is mute and I want to numb myself with alcohol so I can't feel my limbs.

The train station is packed with people who are rushing and rushing while billboards scream advertisments. I'm injecting myself with chemical love and 10 mg of nicotine with each cigarette I take. Fuck life, fuck sex, fuck love, fuck addictions. (Life) is just one huge party that we won't remember the next morning.

Pass the alcohol honey. After all we just drink each night.

breathe // dream

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