"here on these milky pages you will find the diary fragments of make-believe children (look how they’ve signed their pseudo-names for you), observational accounts of insect girls (try not to brush away the garden-dirt footprints left to dance in the margins), and the occasional lullabies played to all suicidal fantasies (hum quietly the melancholic melodies of ghost girls long gone)."
My name is Calixta Cerise.
I do not believe in love, but I believe in heartbreak.
Especially the kind that hollows out your heart and makes it so you're a broken toy.
I have a boyfriend I like.
And a few best friends.
Sometimes I hate myself so much
I can't get out of bed.
I'm a former anorexic.
And sometimes I miss my skinny frame
so much it hurts.
That is all I care to tell you.