:-)

Story art. That only I understand.

Fox? Human? Both? Neither? 

Be glad it's uncolored. 

Content warning for: 

Blood, body horror, and nudity.

That twisted blood around the arm and middle finger though. 

Parts of the hand (paw) are supposed to look broken. 

Oh, the damned brutality. 

<3 <3 

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Non-story stuff: 

I'm reading a book. Haven't done that in a while. Except for school.

Death. Big mood. Oops heck. 

Got to take senior pictures tomorrow. Not looking forward to that at all. So many things. Ugh. 

Annoyed by what I have to do. Gotta do girly things like hair and makeup. For school.

So many mirrors. Cameras. Angles of my face. Every angle.

Drape. Rose. Gown. Yellow gown. 

Ah heck why. Eeesh. Gross. 

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Here's a problem: 

I like sleeping. More than staying awake, to be honest. I love lying down. 

But I keep on having bad dreams. How distressing. 

I'm sick of it. The sudden body aches. When I shouldn't be getting them. The bad dreams. 

I was feeling good when I fell asleep last night. Why, brain, why. 

Ugh...

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Up, down. Up, down. 

Falling in the warmth. 

Summer negativity.

Trapped in the vertex of despair. 

Am I even alive? How am I? 

What's my identity? Who am I? 

Copycat, copycat.

Copy. Cat.

Sick of it all.

Sick of this pain. 

Thinking about dying instead of living.

Dreams turning dark.

Fears. Insecurities.

Not knowing what will happen to me. 

Not caring about my own life like I should.

Ruining myself.

Not knowing what I want.

Being hopeless about my life. When I shouldn't be.

I'm sick of me being like this. 

Of being me.

Scared of accidentally reaching it.

A breaking point.

Damn it. I'm flawed. 

"It's okay."

"You're not alone."

No. It's not okay. I am alone in this.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.