I WISH I DIDN'T REALLY KISS THE MIRROR
WHEN I'M ON MY OWN.
♡ I'M GONNA DIE ALONE! ♡
My body moves through the day while my mind is still. Movements through walking and pacing, batting my lashes at men I have no interest in. Inhaling the fumes at night and barefoot on the frozen morning ground. Incapable of thinking or feeling. Incapable of deciphering what’s real and what’s not. It is hard enough to form a complete and comprehensible sentence. In fact, I don’t particularly remember what I am writing about.