Annie. Has. Cracked.
hmm…

by the way, i’m growing a moustache, what dya think? xxx :)

Because you ignored me, I cracked.

Me. Now.

Guys. I think I’m beginning to crack.

Me.

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath (I also hope I end up like her. And published)
For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.
Virginia Woolf (my hero- I hope I end up like her)