i'm done feeling like a skeleton. no more sleep walking death. gonna wake from this coma, crawl from this bed i've made. stop counting a camera that hangs from my neck, because i'll never remember what i choose to forget. everything i've ever seen was just a mirror. spent my whole sweating in an endless fever, laying in a bathtub full of freezing water. wishing i was a ghost.
mistresst:
BTW...SG just rejected me...so I need your reassurance that I'm a sexy bitch!
mistresst:
P.S. Wake from that coma! Stop this ghost/skeleton/sweat nonsense and LIVE! MEOW!