stardust_keeper

-hurting and alone-

i never write anymore. mostly because i'm no longer living-
just barely existing. but why, i don't know. it shouldn't
be like this. but then again no one ever said that life
was fair. it's been raining for a long time. i'm sick of
looking at it. too much rumbling thunder. and usually i
love the rain. my hands are perpetually cold. and my
period is late. gah, i think i'm melting.

scrawled on a public bathroom wall:
MY MOTHER MADE ME A WHORE

then under it in different writing:
-IF I SUPPLY THE YARN, WILL SHE MAKE ME ONE TOO?

~V stardust
*fading*