I'm not me. My body is just housing someone or something else. It's not me experiencing all of this. The thoughts aren't mine. It's telling me to harm. To do something. Faces are distorted. For a couple of seconds it looks like they are melting. Right off their face.
That smell is following me around. I can't escape it. It's so strong.
Shadows in the window, things crawling on the walls. What look like spiders and cockroaches.
I am not myself. I am someone else.
About Me
- Kat Moss
- Well, what can I say without giving too much away about who I am. I suppose firstly I should say why I am writing a blog. It's for my own benefit really. I like looking back through old things I have written about and it makes me rememeber it. I have an awful memory and it's good to look back and see how I felt about something or even something happening. I used to keep a diary when I was younger but fear of it being found and also the amount of time it took me to write in it meant that I didn't really write in it that often. But, it was good to look back on things and see how things were at the time. I don't know how many people, if any will read this. I would like to think people would read it and I can remain totally anonymous. If I can't be honest on here then where can I be. No one knows me on here, no one knows I keep a blog so I have that security.
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