I am the living dead.
That's probably the most cliché term for it, but I can't think of many other ways to describe it.
I am a liar.
I am an actor.
I am my own puppet, wearing skin that's supposed to be mine, but I sometimes feel alien in.
Even now as I type out this which has been haunting my thoughts for a while now, I feel slightly disconnected.
My friends: I love them and want to open up, and want to push them away at the same time...
And when I do open up to them, they tell me "Why are you thinking that?" "There's no reason for you to be thinking like that." ect.
It makes me want to just crawl into a corner and regr
Let's play a game.
I don't like the game we play
But he says we have to.
After all, I am
Daddy's little girl.
Don't move...
I can't.
I'm too sad to move.
I don't like this game.
But I am
Daddy's little girl.
There. Wasn't that nice?
No, Daddy.
I don't like our games...
But I guess I have to
Because I'm
Daddy's little girl.
We can play again later.
I don't want to play later!
I don't. Like. Our. Games.
But I have to play them.
Because I'm
Daddy's little girl.
It's fun. Isn't it?
No daddy...
I don't want to be
Daddy's
Little
Girl.
I'm sick of being
Daddy's little girl
In Daddy's world
With Daddy's games.
Let me grab this knif