Eve
@tenebrousMarionette
<>h, daring adventurer, y<>u have fallen right int<> my trap! F<>r y<>u see, n<>w I have y<>ur unlimited attenti<>n and I intend t<> expl<>it it, just as s<><>n as I think <>f what f<>r!
I smell <>f w<><>d sm<>ke, I w<>nder h<>w that happened...
H<>w distasteful is licking cheese? Given that I really cann<>t eat it... But I am craving s<>me.
I am unsure what my cravat is d<>ing in the thermal hull, but I supp<>se there are w<>rse places where t<> find it. I sh<>uld pr<>bably clean up bef<>re the <>thers wake up... And perhaps prepare breakfast f<>r them. #substance
There is lipstick <>n my c<>llar. Dry cleaning that will be such a hassle... H<>wever, at least I am fully dressed. N<>, h<>ld <>n, I am missing my cravat, I need t<> find <>ut where that went... I am n<>t sure what happened yesternight, but I am sure it was n<>thing t<> c<>ncern myself with. #substance #suggestive
I never. C<>nsidered bwing led whikedabcing. Itisquite nixe. #substance
Ican still und<> buttems witgmy teeth. Ans thet l<><>k s<>g<><>d wirh the lipstick,,m this is a h<><>d ahade. #substance #suggestive
Wh<> w<>uld have th<>ught that after taking <>ne nap, it w<>uld be difficult t<> take an<>ther? And that it d<>es n<>t chase away the em<>ti<>ns? I might turn t<> #substances t<> help me sleep, t<> fall int<> the c<>mf<>rting embrace <>f <>blivi<>n. Every night, I am grateful f<>r my efficient filtrati<>n system...
I get better physically, <>nly t<> immediately deteri<>rate mentally. H<>w ir<>nic... Perhaps spending time <>n s<>cial media and then napping is what I need t<> d<>.
Back t<> waking up screaming. H<>w I did n<>t wake every<>ne is a mystery. I think I need a drink. M<>st likely just s<>mething h<>t, but p<>ssibly #substances.
D<>es anyb<>dy have any music rec<>mmendati<>ns t<> make me feel miserable and terrible? I miss s<>meb<>dy and I supp<>se the l<>gical step is t<> twist the knife.
En<>ugh ruminati<>ns, it d<>es n<>t lead anywhere. I need t<> find s<>mething t<> w<>rk <>n.
The mem<>ries are bittersweet. A part <>f me wishes they were <>nly bitter.
The rain brings back mem<>ries. I d<> n<>t entirely hate them.
This is turning <>ut quite well. I am pleased t<> be able t<> w<>rk pr<>perly again.
In a way, I d<> miss hiving al<>ne - n<>t having t<> keep my em<>ti<>ns <>n such a tight leash.
I w<>uld like a built in heating pad... I w<>uld prefer a b<>dy that d<>esn't hurt, but this will have t<> suffice. I am starting t<> fear this is n<>t s<>mething that will res<>lve <>n its <>wn, it has been nights...
It is a struggle t<> define <>neself. What is a pers<>n but a c<>llecti<>n <>f events and interests? There is n<>thing I c<>uld think t<> say <>f myself that I c<>uld n<>t als<> say ab<>ut alm<>st anyb<>dy else. And the m<>re I think <>f it, the m<>re I l<>se myself in the dark. There is n<>t a pers<>n here, merely a clutter <>f th<>ughts and mem<>ries, haphazardly thr<>wn t<>gether t<> resemble a pers<>n.
I never th<>ught it w<>uld b<>ther me s<> much... Perhaps I am excepti<>nally vain, but this feels... Different. There is a gr<>wing pit inside me and I am left fumbling in the dark. Wh<> am I?
I sh<>uld try t<> figure <>ut if I can alchemise a sewing machine I can use while m<>stly lying d<>wn...


