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Previous - this entry written on March 18, 2004 at 8:36 pm - Next It's the frustration that's getting to me, really. I can't keep my hands still, can't keep my hips still, can't breathe because each time I inhale, each time I hear my own breath, I want to have my mouth an inch from someone else's, feeling them gasp and shudder and writhe, stealing away their breath and their freedom and their sanity... ...gods, I can't even THINK. I have no idea why, I still don't know. I've been this way since last night, been tense and wondering and this outranged hunger/anger/hate/desire... no thoughts except how badly I want something. I don't even know WHAT half the time, it flickers, but it's tied in with blood and lust and hunger and sex. No doubt there. I want, for 24 hours, to have the body that would let me stalk downtown and take home anyone who caught my eye. I don't want to be plump. I don't want to be cute. I don't want to be ME. I want... ...oh GODS, what I want wouldn't even be possible with diets, exercise, and a few other things. *blinks* And there it hits. There it IS. I find it, I figure it out, and I can't write a word about it. Someone shoot me. Or bleed for me... that'd be almost as nice, right now.
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