I really hate my body.
It's not in bad shape, I guess. Comparatively speaking. I'm thinner than I've been in years. This new diet - hahaha - is the first one I've ever been able to stick to. Funny that. I've stopped bothering with make-up, though. And fashion. Any interest I had in fashion has long since fallen by the wayside.
"When's the last time you washed your hair?" I ask myself. Rhetorical question.
I sigh, and float through a wall so I don't have to look at myself any more. Stupid body. Despite this part of me having long since evacuated that shell, I still feel attached. We would resemble sisters, I suspect, if there were anyone who could see both of us.
I stuck my head back through the wall. My body looks over at me. Like a dog.
"Come on," I say to my own rotting carcass, with a sigh. "Let's go get you some brains."
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