Perks of BPD

'Why do I feel like bawling my eyes out till it feels like somone shoved a pencil in my eye socket?', I ask as I feel myself choking on my own spit.

'PMS?' Lumen looks up at me like I am a baby who just needs to be craddled in some fragile yet strong arms . 'If that were true then I guess my uterus is a blood bank ' I roll my eyes into a cold grin of sarcasm.

'Don't get cocky with me. I don't even exist Sky', she replies before disappearing into a dimension where even hallucinations have existential crisis. 

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11:25_These Thunders of agony and pain. How do I collect the right amount of audacity to drown in this flood of debase?..

11:35_These clouds of hope are manufacturing a clear weather of optimism and pride. Perhaps, It will be a magical night.? 

11:40_Dry gravels of forlorn and lunacy.

Somebody come and get me. This fool, a blunder of recklessness and mockery. 

11:50_ How beautiful is she? The girl with the golden crown on her head. The one she dropped when she bent down to mouth fuck her mistress. The one who smells like mint and cigarettes. 

11:55_'Lumen, I need you ' a cry so desperate. 

' I'll help you sleep ' she said as she sang me a lullaby of death. 

12:00_ Isn't he perfect? You know the boy who calls me princess? The one who killed my lover in bed and now mask his face with adversity and sleights

Isn't he perfect? 

12:05_ Ah fuck. Here we go again!