am i an undead, aren't i?
i am living but but but sometimes i have a feeling that i am a third person singular of my life. i am watching over, i am controlling over my body somewhat but... i am just questioning my existence for no reason. i am feeling kinda worthless sometimes. i am trying to keep myself positive but sometimes it is really tough to keep it up. i need some winter sleep to get better mentally. maybe i am just a burden for people i communicate, aren't i? i think that i like to live but what if i am just an undead. when i smile you can see that i am moving my skeleton around, my spirit is burning the air. i am just a simple witch, i like to make some human soup to show my love and hatred for humankind. i feel confused indeed. aren't we walking shit bagz? we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are. i am getting hopeless day by day. isn't it the time for closing our eyes while we are lying down on the grass with a cold wind? maybe we can even die. maybe it would not be that fun thing in reality but just visualizing this makes me feel kinda relieved. i want to cry but i cannot, my body gets frozen instead. drinking soup would be nice. the idea of turning into a part of nature... would be a better contribution maybe. anyways, as long as i live, i will try my best. nowadays i might be kinda weak but... isn't it natural sometimes? i am about to faint but i do not want to have nightmares. raindrops are dripping, blup blop oOoOo. anyways... it is time to go, i will rest along with a lavender candle zZzZZ. cya! \m/
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