I sit and wait for the night to pass. Insomnia has set in. My thoughts are blurred, unable to focis on the actual point of madness. Self indulgance mixed with submissive behavior -- not bad for a halucinant girl. her cheeks sunk in and her eyes droopy. But is this what it's about? Why not to be happy? Why not to live to the fullest? With each passing biologue I proceed with sureness. Knowing my already chosen fate. You do to, but not as well as you peers -- your ignorant gatherers. you're great in flesh but a thickness runs through your bones. Twisting jagged marks, creep down your spine and wither through your persed lips. Utter sounds of jealousy, rage, and unpurity. Piece together the puzzle and let me know about your insanity.