Hair out -- I feel like a manic creature -- semi-human -- of human, but not as in, homo sapien -- faceless. A bizarre reduction of identity.
Have lost something.
Like, a hundred thousand people can sign a petition but they're not going to do actually do anything about it.
This is a conflict.
And a bit faster, now.
Today my knee was bad. Very bad. Bad knee day. Bad knee. Bad Natalie. Awful squeaking noises, of the knee and mouth variety. I hate not being able to breathe. Beginning to create a track record.
Shit.
Twice coincidence. Three times will be a habit. Mustn't happen.
My body is NOT a small incompetent child that I have to watch over and actually my body is me, it is me it is all me. I am me, we are the same. I forget this quite a lot.
There is conflict. There is a love-hate. Things are collapsing in on themselves.
More watery eyes and it's not the wasabi.
But it's not dark, either -- it's just an acknowledgment.
(Really love -- eh).
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