Wintergirls...

"Smoke gunpowder and go to school to jump through hoops, sit up and beg, and roll over on command. Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore, and worst of all, a disappointment. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and drink and cut because you need the anesthetic and it works.

For a while.

But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then its to late because you are mainlining it now, straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you cant stop."