I am sad. My body betrays me every day. I am not who people think I am. I am sad. I am a foreigner in this land and nobody knows my name. I am only happy in the world of my dreams where celebrity guest stars pop in just to say "Hi!" like old friends and I am always smiling. In dreams I have the brightest skin, hair and eyes. In dreams I feel light, weightless . . . and how I dance. In my dreams it doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts.
Mood: Suffering
Drinking: Not enough
Listening To: Tom Sawyer, Rush
Hair: Limp
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