Hey, it's me. Can You meet me? I'm trying to rethink who I am, my whole consciousness, from the time before I came here. I think I’ve managed to keep my mind from keeling over to the ground, finally. It's a relief. I just needed to get up. I needed to go further. It wasn't a big deal. I mean, I guess.
A couple of weeks ago I started wearing makeup. He had tried to kill me, but the makeup stopped him. Now I have small breasts under my shirt. ...
Determined was she, to consider the world of Sparkles. And in reality, to reconsider Herself. Away.
Far into a world away, away, the fuck away from the voice inside her inner-language, her formulations and her explanations, to reach, in the end, a constructive role-play already having known the negative. To finally exist. And to pay attention.