I miss my hip bones and the gap between my thighs and seeing my ribcage. I miss waking up with sore arms without knowing a real reason why. The hunger pains are more comforting than that full feeling. That's why I don't eat. I like calm music and cold weather and oversized sweaters and tights and weed and cigarettes and coffee.
Sixteen. 5'7". California. Stoner.
CW: 109 GW1: 110
This summer will be my summer.