Sometimes I wish I was a doll. Just made for being beautiful and sitting on your shelf. Then I could be owned by you, admired by you, and you would actually like me. Right now my skin is too bumpy. Too dry. Just plain ugly. I would do anything to be as pale as milk, to be as smooth and cool as porcelain. My hair would be long and silky, not short and chopped. My eyes would be black and big, inste... » Continue Reading
I’ve been wondering about death a lot lately. What happens when you die? You could give a thousand answers. You could go to heaven or hell, you could go to the underworld- but I have another theory. What if- even if you’re dead, even if you can’t as much as twitch your fingers or open your eyes- you’re still conscious? Sure, your body might be dead, but what about your soul? Maybe you’ll be i... » Continue Reading
Is this how it feels to be dead? My skin is rotting, and maggots crawl through my flesh. Crows are trying to pick away my eyes. It hurts, but I can’t move- or rather, I won’t. If the flies weren’t constantly buzzing around me like crazy, it would actually be peaceful… The ground feels harsh but comfortable, though my limbs are started to ache after a while. But I can’t feel them anymore. I’m too a... » Continue Reading