it feels hard to breathe. i think theyre going back inside. maybe

i think someone else is here

sometimes i have a moment of lucidity clouded by haze of my own mind fighting itself and i can breathe. im trapped in my own smoke when the window opens for the breeze to allow a gentle reprieve before i am again shrouded by a gentle curtain of madness that makes me uncertain

i dont feeel real

my dress is made of flesh that grows through my skin the layer grade is elite sanctioned it dwindles down in quality

not very well today

gh

MY SHIT

ai shit

promising

I CAN'T STOP ME