AAYL I know a girl

A section from that day's entry. The other part to the entry was in a similar vein. However, I think I completely made it up. This is real. It's either gotta be 95 percent real or fake; nothing in between is allowed to exist. 

When I wrote this, I remember being very happy with how it came out. It was almost turning point in what I was writing, which up till then was mostly shit.  

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Monday 21st of July

I know a girl with sensuous full lips who brushes her teeth six times a day. She has keloid scars running up and down her legs, forearms, and stomach. She gets drunk four nights a week. She wants to stop smoking and eating. When she speaks her face moves in a great pantomime but her eyes are blank and dead. I think this girl isn't really here. She only lives to be in the cusp of conversation, to tell everyone and everything all about her life. She's never alone but is always lonely. She feels sad about sex but needs it all the time, with sex she doesn't exist. She breaks a glass and holds it to her throat. I think she cuts to let out the feelings of other men that she can't hold inside. This girl wants my honest opinion but will never give hers; she doesn't know what honesty is. She is truly insensitive of other people's feelings. You don't matter if you're not in her crosshairs. One flippant remark and she won't speak to you for eight months. She told me once that she'd spin lies to her friends and didn't really know why. "But I've never done that with you." I could tell that even then she was lying. I never did talk properly to this girl. I was too shut off to tell her anything important. I was always with her but wanted nothing of her company. I hurt her without even really knowing how.