And nobody notices that it's killing me....

Having everything you ever want in a material way isn't "A Good Life".

Being able to have anything you want, doesn't make you happy.

My mother used to say "I always wonder why you're 'sick', I mean you can have it all but it seems like it's not enough. Other girls would love to live like you."

I know... But I can't change.

All the voices singing "Skinny"....

"No one's perfect, Hun." He told her.
"I know," the little girl said. "But I want to be the closest thing to it."
"And what's that?"
"Skinny."

But... I don't wanna be skinny.
I wanna be so much more... I want to be bones!

And it's the daily fight... The evil inside your head vs. Your body...

Ever thought that maybe this is all I want ?

And finally, I will be able to fly... I'm sorry.

Pull the trigger, bitch.

Even people in the hospital didn't see it.

Over the whole day nobody saw the cuts.
Nobody.
In a hospital.
I tried to break a glass in the bathroom. It was loud.
Nobody noticed.
I lay in bed, in a t-shirt. With cuts on my arm.
Nobody.
Fucking.
Noticed.
And when they did, they didn't say a word!

Nobody notices.
Nobody cares.
That's how life is.