and the habit of decomposing

I've been thinking.

I suppose it is way to make up my crippling shyness. Part of me feels almost like the invisible cunt, so somehow I tend to do that to make up for what I am missing. Because I know very well that I am not eloquent.

Add my abnormal fear of ageing to it, and I've got myself a pretty damn sedated carnival, but still a carnival nonetheless - Appealing, only 'cause they're just that unappealing.