Memoirs of a Birdcage Priestess

[CupcakeMomo]

I never did overcome it.
I never did overcome it, did I?



I'm so weak.

It always keeps coming back to me.

The pain.
The doubt.
The noise.
The fear.

These things make us human, right?

No matter what I do.

Nothing is the right size.
Nothing ever fits.

I still feel empty.
And whenever I stop feeling empty.


My heart beats with pain. The pain feels prickly. It feels like thorny chains dig deeper, and deeper around my heart.


What is the point of perfection if the eyes that matter never gaze back?


It's quiet again.
I suppose that means 

...




You're already looking ahead at someone else again.