Well. Nothing has even happened yet and already, everything about this is just extremely uncomfortable. I suppose that's the point, and that the author wants the style to unnerve the reader. But I don't want to read it, and, well, I don't have to. So DNF it is. 

I will note that it does a great job of capturing the atmosphere of young "theatre kids" who are told by adults that they should throw themselves into every passionate feeling in the name of authenticity and art. (Which is really just telling teenagers to make a bunch of really bad decisions and follow every impulse [raging hormone] immediately because of course that's more true to yourself than actually thinking things through) Theater kid culture is gross and this book does a good job of giving you the same feeling.