don't know what it's like to die, but sometimes I rehearse the lines that I'll say when I'm caught cutting my wrists or the skin that flaps between my ear and chin and I feel the skin peeling away and the veins are exposed to the light of day and so easy to reach and tug so sensitively. It turns me on.

I am not afraid of dying but I'm kind of scared of living. Sometimes I don't know what it's like to live and it's too late to die young, so I rehearse.