It's so weird disappearing, then becoming a whole new person whom old you wouldn't even recognize.
I have a career now. I am a taxidermist. Odd but most certainly fitting. I am coated in body mods, and I desire more. I am my own muse, my perfect canvas.
I've seen more people in concert than I can count and have more shows lined up for the big 26'.
Sometimes I mourn what I was, but I am so madly obsessed with who I am now, and I don't think that'll change. I'm glad I buried her when I did.
Anyway, after all of that, I am still alive, shockingly. And I am better than ever.
