annabeljm
I think I've become a hostage in my own body. I can't be who I want to be. I may have to be what they want me to be. Do what they expect and get respect. It's the only way.
Don't watch me. I know you always do. I can't bare your judging eyes. I hate it.
I hate dressing up. Everything's so pompus, so unnecessary. I'd much rather sit watching the world pass than make the world pass myself.
Inside my pouch is magic, curiosity and love. But I left it with you. Life's pretty boring without my pouch. I need you and my pouch back.
I sat in my little den all day today. My brain was fogged by 5 o'clock and the harsh light of day was confronting. I shouldn't stay away from reality for long periods of time...