Why can I not be normal? I mean, it shouldn't be this difficult a task to execute.
If Cary Grant could do it and my dear
George Sanders before he left that
suicide note. Then why am I having
trouble achieving this very small goal?
It has always been my cross to bear...
being abnormal (the PC term is 'unique').
I've always dreamed of dancing in the
minefields with lollipop lips and
baby-bearing hips swaying in the breeze, just flabbergasted by life and with no
care in the world...letting go.
They talk about Beauty and the Beast, but what of Beauty & her Breakdown?
People frown upon the mere mention of
mental instability. Why? In my eyes...
insanity is a comfortable blanket under
which the entire world should slumber.
Sweet dreams to the chosen ones.
~Empress
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