my manic & I: green eyes. pale skin. two cats. coffee-but-not. borderline. cherry black will-be-scars. opheliac. mensan. vegetarian. grammar freak. english/history physics/maths double degree. suicidal psychotic behind the veil. (not) my parents' daughter. sister. lover of British comedy. barefoot. writer.
Played ... sun came out, and I walked on my feet and heard with my ears. I ate the bits, the bits stayed down, and I work. I function like I'm a girl. I hate it because I know it'll go away. The sun goes dark and chaos has come again. Bits. Fluids. What am I?!
Out of ammo and out of lives and out of credits. Though my damage is low, if you fall, I will stand over your body and begin to fight where you ended. In the blood. In the mud. Until they bring me down. (pleasefindthis)