Sharpening her blades are a soothing way to spend an afternoon.

Oh look. Her headache has returned.

"I am someone who did not 𝙙𝙞𝙚 when they were supposed too."

Insert the knife behind the windpipe and pull it down.

In which nobody is surprised.

She needs to mist the orchids again. Surprisingly, she's kept a plant alive for longer than two weeks.

"Star Lord's search history is on the dull side."

A 𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚? What's this? Is she coming down with a 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙?

"I have been awake for far too long."

The rot takes its toll.

The sun sets Flowers wilt I know this is the cycle It doesn't make things any earlier Now that you've left

"You know what they say about red skies in the morning."

Caffeine detox. She's let herself become too reliant on it.

Hopefully far away.

Betrayal comes easy to some.

"No pictures."

Despite her declaration of a caffeine detox she has freshly brewed pot to offer.

How much blood is too much blood?

Blood spilled by her own hand.