Down With The Sickness

I think I’m just dropping. And it sucks.

My mind is blank, I couldn’t make a coherent post if you paid me for it.

I’ve slept more in the last two days than I have in the last week I think. 12 hours today, 10 or so yesterday.

I’m still tired. Unsettled. Antsy- but sleepy.

Last night, Master ordered pizza. Cooking was too complicated.

I finally put the sheets in the wash today, they were bloody. Sad Disgusting as it sounds, I took a strange sort of comfort sleeping on bedsheets that were spotted and smeared with blood that snuck away from me at night, blood from cuts and pokes, wounds, that he’d inflicted on me throughout the days.

Now, it’ll be gone, washed away- it’s too final.

I’m crying because I had to wash bedsheets.

Good Lord.

Fucking subdrop.

Bear with me. It’s been a long time since I’ve dropped this hard. I’ll come around.

~cunt

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