#overtired

uhhh brain fried. wishing above all else someone would just get some hands on me, or worse tbh. I'm hungry. I want to hunt someone, in a visceral and slightly loving way. I'm also running off zero sleep for 24 hours and counting. Anyway. I often think about how my life would change if I had my proper body. The horns, the tail, the wings, everything just being... right. One part of me would like that, I think. A lot of me, in truth. The other part of me fears what would happen were I to ever become that version of myself. Fears I might lose what makes me myself, and hurt those I care for. So for now, and possibly forever, I dream of a day where I can express myself properly.

i just broke my nail far below the white. fuuuuuuuuck