I'm Cass the little dead girl. I feel like a bird locked away in a cage and there's no key to let me out. There's no more hope. There's no more reason. I'll never be free. Freedom is death and it can't come any sooner. Death is what I yearn for, it's infinite. I'm always sad, what's the point in living when you don't feel happiness? When everything is so empty? Everything is so fucking empty. All I feel is emptiness...I don't even feel anymore. I'm dead, I'm just waiting for my body to notice. I spent the past few years as a ghost and I'm not sure where home is anymore. I'm confused, I hate myself, I need to starve or throw up, and the only reason I'm still here is because of self-harm...it keeps me grounded. I wish I was a flower, or a butterfly or a wolf. Humans are so fucking disgusting. I'm so fucking disgusting. Life is confusing. No one will ever love me, and I'm still trying to except that. I'm a little fragile flower, why does everyone hurt me?